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She stops in her tracks and turns to look at me. “You don’t need to keep making me breakfast.”
“You were up late.”
Her head tilts, and she regards me with a confused expression on her face. “How do you know?”
“Lights were on. Checked on you.”
Bailey clears her throat and reaches forward to take the bun. Ring still on her finger. “Thanks.”
“Sure,” I say, tucking my hands into my pockets. “Where are you off to so early?” I kick at the driveway, feeling like a teenager talking to his crush.
She’s quiet just long enough that it has me looking up at her to see what’s wrong.
“To the city.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She nods, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“Can you wait five minutes?”
She sighs.
I can’t stop cataloging every move she makes. Like it gives me some insight into what she’s doing. What she’s thinking. When she’s going to let me come close enough to kiss her again. Leave a bite mark again.
“For what?”
“I’m heading in too. Can I catch a ride?”
It’s a moment when she could say no. There’s zero reason I couldn’t drive myself. Truthfully, I’d rather be the one behind the wheel, but I also just want to be near her. And if sitting in her shitty little truck while she gives me the cold shoulder is what I can get, then so be it.
I can also tell by the way she’s peeking at me that she’s curious about why I’m heading into the city. And the feeling is mutual.
Maybe if she’s stuck in a vehicle with me, it will force her to talk.
If nothing else, it will force her to listen.
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Summer:Have fun today! Send pics of the places you look at. And tell me which neighborhoods. I want to know literally everything.
Bailey:Okay. Thanks.
Summer:You alright?
Bailey:Yeah. I just wasn’t expecting you to text me.
Summer:Why not?
Bailey:Beau is the only person who texts me.
Summer:Well, now it’s Beau AND me.
Bailey:Thought you might be annoyed about me moving.
Summer:Why would I be annoyed at that?
