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“Please.”

Her eyes went even wider until she almost seemed frightened. But I think the sincerity in my gaze finally won her over because she swallowed. “Okay.”Advertisement

She stood up and glanced down to where I was still sitting. “They’re, uh…they’re in my room.” When she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, I knew she wanted me to follow her. To her room.

I stood up. “Okay.”

I hadn’t been in her room since she’d moved in. It had the same pale blue walls and white bedding that had been in here before she’d come, but she’d managed to make the space her own. She had books and clothes and two stuffed teddy bears in the wicker chair in the corner. A row of shoes lined the foot of her bed, and the yellow scarf she’d worn to school last week was wrapped about her bedpost.

And it smelled like her.

I drew in a deep breath of wild cherry and orchid but stayed near the entrance as she moved forward to pull a spiral ring notebook from the white shelf over her bed.

But my curiosity got the best of me, and I moved closer. “Are all those full of stories?”

She nodded. “I don’t know why, but I have to write them by hand.”

“So you only have one copy? Don’t you worry about something...happening to them?”

She shrugged. “I plan to type them into the computer someday. But for now, I like them like this.”

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She hadn’t handed the notebook over yet and was actually cradling it protectively to her chest. So I reached out my hand. Her eyes lifted to mine. After a moment of hesitation, she finally gave it to me.

“Thank you,” I said, realizing how much she’d just put her trust in me. I felt honored. Now if only Cora had—

My girlfriend appeared in the doorway, her mussed hair sticking up around her head and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a cape.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Cora!”

Cora glanced passively between Zoey and me, her bruised eyes sharp with censure. “Well, this is a sight no girl likes to see. Her boyfriend alone in her roommate’s bedroom.”

“I was showing him my stories,” Zoey blurted out at the very same moment I said, “She was showing me her stories.”

We glanced at each other and then broke out grinning together.

Cora growled. “Seriously, baby. What’re you doing in here?”

I’d never seen her jealous or so possessive of me before. It made my stomach churn with guilt as I wondered if she knew just how attracted I was to Zoey. “Seriously,” I answered. “I was borrowing one of her stories to read.” I cocked my head to the side. “What’re you doing awake again? Can’t you sleep? Do you need something?”

“No, I cannot sleep, okay? But, Quinn, just don’t.” She entered Zoey’s room and shuffled toward me. “I know you’re only trying to be your nice, gentlemanly self and act interested, but trust me, her cute little children’s stories aren’t your thing.” She plucked the notebook I was holding and haphazardly flung it on top of Zoey’s neatly made bed. Then she smoothed her hand intimately up my chest, the heat from her palm soaking through my shirt. “I think my pills are kicking in. The nausea’s all gone, so let’s rent a movie and snuggle on the couch. Huh?”

As she turned and strolled from the room, I frowned after her, upset that she’d just done that to Zoey. When I turned back, Zoey’s face was a deep humiliated red. With a huff, I retrieved the notebook Cora had tossed aside. Zoey opened her mouth and lifted her hand to stop me, but I spoke over her.

“Thanks,” I said and waved the notebook to show her that I did want to read her story. A sick worry worked into her features, so I added, “Children’s stories actually happen to be my favorite. I think I’ve read Holes about a dozen times.” I left her there to find Cora in the living room.

“Make us some popcorn, will you, babe?” Cora didn’t glance over at me as she flipped through the options on the screen.

“You don’t think it’ll bother your upset stomach?” I asked.

With a muffled curse, she tossed her remote to the floor and cupped her head with both hands. “Damn it,” she screeched. “Why can’t people just leave me alone and let me eat whatever the hell I want to eat?”

Startled when tears fill her eyes, I rushed to her. “I...I’m sorry. Cora? Are you okay?”

“I just want some popcorn,” she sobbed against my chest when I pulled her into my arms. “Why couldn’t you have just made it? Why did you have to nitpick and harp and question everything? If I didn’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t have requested it.” pqdm.com