Page 22 of Range
“Hi.” He chuckled.
My smile deepened as he closed the two-inch gap that was keeping us apart. His threads were against mine. His hand rested on my thigh. I cozied up against him, mentally speeding through our date just to end up in his bed. Because we both understood where this night was headed.
“Good evening, Mr. What is his last name?”
“Good evening, Ms. Childers. How was your day?”
Shrugging, I slid my tongue across my teeth.
“Uneventful.”
Sharing the details of my day often felt pointless, redundant, and unnecessary. The details wouldn’t benefit our conversation. Not at the moment.
“One second–” Kason demanded, sliding back slightly. His hand was still pressed against my raised skin.
“What is it?”
He shook his head, lowering it as he did so.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he whispered.
His free hand caressed my chin. His eyes dared mine to tear away. He held my gaze with a slight smirk on that handsome face of his.
“Kaso–”
“You’re unbelievable, Range. Not a strand out of place. Everything is so– so perfect. It amazes me how well you put yourself together. And, how you’re never falling apart.”
I have. I’ve fallen apart. I’ve fallen into an abyss. I’ve fallen into two.
Richie.My breath heightened in my throat.
Teddy.I released it.
“How do you manage?”
“Time.”
“Time?”
“I don’t live life in a hurry. I reserve time for things and people who matter most and leave a little for those I didn’t know mattered at all.”
“Time.”
I nodded.
“Do I matter?”
“If you didn’t, I wouldn’t make time for you.”
“Fair enough.”
Silence twirled the ends of my hair strands.
“How much?”
“How much?” I questioned.
