I get all the groceries loaded into

I get all the groceries loaded into the taxi and turn around to grab the tent. She takes it from my hands before I can put it in the trunk. “I’ll carry this. I want to go to my apartment for a little while before I go to yours, so I’ll just take it with me.”
I glance at the groceries and then back at her. “Why?” I shut the trunk and watch her cheeks flush when she shrugs.
“Can you just drop me off there first? I’ll meet you at your apartment in a couple of hours.”
I don’t want to drop her off. She might change her mind. “Yeah,” I say. “Sure.” I walk around to the back and open the door for her. I think she can tell that I don’t want her to go home, but I’m trying to hide my disappointment. When I get into the cab I grab her hand and close the door. She tells the cab driver her address.
I’m looking out the window when I feel her squeeze my hand. “Owen?”
I face her and her smile is so sweet, it makes my jaw ache.
“I just really want to shower and grab some clothes before I come over. But I promise I’m still coming over, okay?” Her expression is reassuring.
I nod, still not sure that I believe her. This may be her way of getting back at me for standing her up. She can still see the hesitation in my eyes, so she laughs.
“Owen Mason Gentry,” she says, pushing the tent out of her lap and onto the seat next to her. She slides onto my lap and I grab her waist, not at all sure where she’s going with this, but not really concerned enough to stop it. She looks me in the eyes while holding on to both sides of my face. “You better stop pouting. And doubting.”
I grin. “That rhymed.”
She laughs loudly, and have I mentioned I love her? No, I haven’t. Because that would be crazy. And impossible.
“I’m the queen of rhyming,” she says with a grin. “It’s all about the timing.” Her hands drop to my chest and she looks up at the roof of the car for a second, contemplating her next line before dropping her gaze to mine again. “So trust me, Owen. My desire for you is growin’.”
She’s trying to be seductive, and it’s working, but she also can’t stop laughing at herself, which is even better.
The cab comes to a stop in front of her apartment. She starts to reach for the tent, but I grab her face and pull her back to me, moving my lips to her ear. “So go take your shower. Come back over in an hour. Then you, Auburn Mason Reed, I will completely devour.”
When I pull back and look at her, her smile is gone. She swallows dramatically and her reaction to my words makes me grin. I push open the back door and she breaks out of her trance.
“You’re such a one-upper, Owen.” She leans across the seat and reaches for her tent. After she exits the cab, I smile at her and she smiles at me, but neither of us tells the other good-bye. I’m only saying good-bye to her once, and that won’t be until Monday morning.


I’m about to ring her doorbell. I know it’s only been an hour and she hasn’t even had time to make it back to my studio, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her walking all that way by herself. I hate that she makes that walk twice a day when she goes to work.
I don’t want to rush her, though, and I don’t want it to feel like I’m showing up because I doubt her. Maybe I should sit on the stairs and wait for her to open the door. That way, it’ll look like I got here just as she was leaving. And also, if she never opens her door, then I’ll know in a couple hours that she changed her mind. If that happens, I can just leave and she won’t even know I was here in the first place.
But what if she already left, and I just missed her because she took a cab? She could be at my place, and now I’ve made the idiotic decision to show up at her place. Shit.
“Do you want to come inside?”
I quickly turn, and Emory is standing in the doorway, staring at me. She’s holding her purse in one hand and her keys in the other.
“Is Auburn still here?”
Emory nods and holds the door open wider. “She’s in her room. She just got out of the shower.”
I hesitate, not feeling comfortable entering her apartment without her knowing. Emory can see the hesitation on my face, so she leans back into the apartment. “Auburn! That guy you should totally sleep with is here! Not the cop, the other one!”
The cop.
Emory faces me again and nods her head like she’s saying you’re welcome. I would say I like her, but every time she speaks, she’s bringing up the “other” guy. I wonder if he’s the one who likes the color blue.
I hear Auburn groan from inside the apartment. “I swear to God, Emory. You need to take a class on social skills.” She appears in the doorway and Emory ducks out, heading for the exit. Her hair is damp, and she’s changed clothes. She’s still in jeans and a simple top, but they’re different from the ones she had on earlier. I like that she’s so casual. She’s eyeing me up and down. “It hasn’t even been an hour, Mr. Impatient.”
She doesn’t seem annoyed, which is good. She motions for me to come inside, so I follow her into the apartment. “I was going to wait outside,” I say.

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Aku mendapatkan semua bahan makanan yang dimuat ke taksi dan berbalik untuk ambil tenda. Dia mengambil itu dari tangan saya sebelum saya bisa menempatkannya di trunk. "Aku akan membawa ini. Saya ingin pergi ke apartemen saya untuk sedikit sementara sebelum aku pergi dengan Anda, jadi saya hanya akan mengambil itu dengan saya."Aku melirik belanjaan dan kemudian kembali padanya. "Kenapa?" Aku menutup batang dan menonton pipinya flush ketika ia mengangkat bahu."Dapat Anda hanya drop me ada pertama? Saya akan bertemu Anda di apartemen Anda dalam beberapa menit."Saya tidak ingin untuk menurunkan dirinya. Dia mungkin mengubah pikirannya. "Ya," kataku. "Pasti." Aku berjalan ke belakang dan membuka pintu baginya. Saya pikir dia bisa mengatakan bahwa saya tidak ingin dia untuk pulang, tapi aku berusaha untuk menyembunyikan kekecewaan saya. Ketika aku masuk ke taksi saya ambil tangannya dan menutup pintu. Dia memberitahu sopir taksi alamat.Aku melihat keluar jendela ketika aku merasa dia meremas tanganku. "Owen?"Saya menghadapi dia dan senyumnya begitu manis, itu membuat rahang saya sakit."Aku hanya benar-benar ingin untuk mandi dan Ambil beberapa pakaian sebelum aku datang. "Tapi aku berjanji aku masih datang, oke?" Ekspresinya meyakinkan.Aku mengangguk, masih tidak yakin bahwa saya percaya padanya. Ini mungkin cara dia mendapatkan kembali padaku untuk berdiri up nya. Dia masih dapat melihat ragu-ragu di mata saya, jadi dia tertawa."Owen Mason bangsawan," katanya, mendorong tenda pangkuannya dan ke tempat duduk di sampingnya. Ia slide ke saya lap dan saya ambil pinggang, sama sekali tidak yakin mana dia pergi dengan ini, tetapi tidak benar-benar cukup peduli untuk menghentikannya. Dia tampak saya di mata sambil berpegangan pada kedua sisi wajah saya. "Anda lebih baik menghentikan cemberut. Dan meragukan.Aku sanggup. "Bahwa dgn bunyi yg disesuaikan."Dia tertawa keras, dan apakah saya menyebutkan aku mencintainya? Tidak, saya belum. Karena itu akan menjadi gila. Dan mustahil."Saya Ratu berima," katanya dengan senyum. "It's all about waktu." Tangannya turun ke dada saya dan dia tampak di atap mobil untuk kedua, merenungkan baris berikutnya sebelum menjatuhkan pandangan matanya dengan saya lagi. "Begitu percaya padaku, Owen. Keinginan saya untuk Anda adalah growin'."Dia sedang mencoba untuk menjadi menggoda, dan bekerja, tapi dia juga tidak bisa berhenti tertawa pada dirinya sendiri, lebih baik.Taksi datang berhenti di depan apartmennya. Dia mulai untuk mencapai untuk tenda, tapi aku ambil wajahnya dan tarik kembali ke saya, bergerak bibirku ke telinganya. "Jadi pergi mandi Anda. Datang kembali dalam satu jam. Maka Anda, Auburn Mason Reed, saya benar-benar akan menelan. "Ketika aku menarik kembali dan melihat dia, senyumnya sudah pergi. Ia menelan secara dramatis dan reaksi nya untuk kata-kata saya membuat saya sanggup. Saya mendorong buka pintu belakang dan dia istirahat dari Trans nya."Kau seperti one-upper, Owen." Dia bersandar di kursi dan mencapai untuk kemahnya. Setelah dia keluar taksi, aku tersenyum padanya dan ia tersenyum padaku, tapi kami berdua mengatakan selamat tinggal lain. Saya hanya katakan selamat tinggal kepada dirinya sekali, dan itu tidak akan sampai Senin pagi.Aku akan membunyikan bel nya. Aku tahu itu hanya berada satu jam dan dia bahkan tidak memiliki waktu untuk membuatnya kembali ke studio saya, tapi aku tidak bisa berhenti memikirkan dia berjalan semua cara itu sendiri. Aku benci bahwa dia membuat yang berjalan dua kali sehari ketika dia pergi untuk bekerja.Aku tidak ingin buru-buru dia, meskipun, dan aku tidak ingin merasa seperti aku menunjukkan karena aku ragu dia. Mungkin aku harus duduk di atas tangga dan menunggu dia untuk membuka pintu. Dengan cara itu, itu akan terlihat seperti aku sampai di sini hanya ketika ia meninggalkan. Dan juga, jika dia tidak pernah membuka pintu, maka aku akan tahu dalam beberapa jam bahwa dia berubah pikiran. Jika itu terjadi, saya hanya bisa pergi dan dia bahkan tidak tahu aku ada di sini di tempat pertama.Tapi bagaimana jika ia sudah kiri, dan aku hanya merindukan dia karena dia naik taksi? Dia bisa di tempat saya, dan sekarang saya telah membuat keputusan konyol muncul di tempatnya. Kotoran."Apakah Anda ingin masuk?"Dengan cepat berubah, dan Emory berdiri di ambang pintu, menatapku. Dia memegang tas wanita di satu tangan dan kunci nya yang lain."Apakah Auburn masih di sini?"Emory mengangguk dan memegang pintu terbuka lebih luas. "Dia adalah di kamar. Dia baru saja keluar dari kamar mandi."I hesitate, not feeling comfortable entering her apartment without her knowing. Emory can see the hesitation on my face, so she leans back into the apartment. “Auburn! That guy you should totally sleep with is here! Not the cop, the other one!”The cop.Emory faces me again and nods her head like she’s saying you’re welcome. I would say I like her, but every time she speaks, she’s bringing up the “other” guy. I wonder if he’s the one who likes the color blue.I hear Auburn groan from inside the apartment. “I swear to God, Emory. You need to take a class on social skills.” She appears in the doorway and Emory ducks out, heading for the exit. Her hair is damp, and she’s changed clothes. She’s still in jeans and a simple top, but they’re different from the ones she had on earlier. I like that she’s so casual. She’s eyeing me up and down. “It hasn’t even been an hour, Mr. Impatient.”She doesn’t seem annoyed, which is good. She motions for me to come inside, so I follow her into the apartment. “I was going to wait outside,” I say.