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RenegadeRush
Are you sure about that? I have really good feet.
ChaosQueen
I will…never be the judge of that. I’ve seen enough foot pictures to last a lifetime.
RenegadeRush
You got another one?
ChaosQueen
Nope, that one single one was more than enough.
RenegadeRush
Good. For a second I thought maybe you were talking to other people on this app, and I’m not so sure I like the idea of that.
I roll my eyes at that last message because honestly, nothing turns me off faster than a man telling me what I can and can’t do. Although, I guess that’s not entirely true, I think, my brain flashing back to Tyler taking control of the renovations on my house and bursting into my office last week ordering me to eat lunch.
I think maybe I hate it unless it’s Tyler telling me what to do, and my brain is a serious, disloyal bitch because it immediately considers all the other times and places Tyler could tell me what to do. Like in this bed. Or in his bed. Or in the shower. Thekitchen maybe. Literally any-fucking-where as long as his hands are on me when he does it.
And fuck.
No.
No fantasizing about those big, strong, quarterback hands and what they could do and how they could make me feel.
Those are middle of the night when I can have some alone time with my vibrator thoughts. Not potentially the biggest day of my career thoughts.
And just like that, the thought of the interview has my stomach in knots again.
This is really not my day.
I’m mid-eyeroll at myself and my traitorous brain when I hear Tyler moving around downstairs, and suddenly, I don’t want to be sitting on the floor anymore, stewing about this interview alone. I want to be downstairs, right where Tyler is, letting him make me breakfast and make me laugh before I go and conquer this day. And then, when the interview is over, I want to come home and tell him about it—good or bad.
I shoot up from the floor and toss my phone onto the bed, and I’m halfway to the door before I realize I’m still wearing a towel.
“Clothes, Sophie. Put on some fucking clothes,” I mutter, dropping my towel where I stand and heading for the dresser.
I don’t see the door handle turning until it’s too late.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TYLER
Why does it smell like coffee in here?
It’s my first thought as I jog down the stairs. It’s barely six in the morning, and my house never smells like coffee at six in the morning. Until a few weeks ago that was, because I lived here alone and I’m not much of a coffee drinker. But since Sophie moved in, it’s because I’m the one who makes the coffee she requires the second she stumbles, half awake, into the kitchen, and my favorite thing to do now that she’s living here is to watch her wake up slowly as she drinks her first cup.
My favorite thing is her. I know this. My favorite thing has always been her. But over the last few weeks, I’ve started to think that might mean something different now.
Coffee in the pot means Sophie must already be awake. Pouring some into a mug, I take a sip and immediately grimace. I don’t even really like coffee all that much, but even I can tell this coffee is terrible. Chuckling to myself at Sophie’s absolute ineptitude in the kitchen that I find so freaking endearing, I pour out the pot and set the coffee machine up to make a new batch. Because if Soph is awake at six in the morning, she’s going toneed caffeine, and I like being the one to give her what she needs.
As the coffee brews, I glance at my phone and see that chaos girl hasn’t texted back yet. I briefly consider that telling a woman I met on a dating app and wouldn’t recognize if I was literally standing in front of her that I don’t like the idea of her talking to other people was not my most strategic move. I tend to talk first and think second, and I wonder if that borderline creepy show of possession freaked her out. If maybe I’m about to be ghosted.
I feel more disappointed by that thought than is probably normal, especially considering my muddy and complicated feelings for Sophie I haven’t begun to sort through yet. Is it weird to have feelings for two women at the same time? Do I actually have feelings for Sophie, or is it just our current living situation messing with my head? Is it possible to have feelings for a woman I’ve never actually laid eyes on and have only spoken to by text?
