He leaned back, the washing machine humming beneath him. “Honestly? I want to know why someone with sad eyes orders black cold brew like she’s punishing herself.”
“Maybe.” He sat on the machine next to hers without asking. “Or maybe the universe is just bored with your schedule.”
“The spine’s cracked in four different places,” he said. “Same angle. Same pressure point. You hold it nervously, like you’re afraid it might change if you relax.” anna exciting affection chapter 1 unofficial r better
She had. God help her, she had.
“You’re judging my cinnamon policy,” he said. Not a question. He leaned back, the washing machine humming beneath him
Anna is sitting on her fire escape, the city humming below, when her phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number — until she realizes she’d given R her number after all.
Three days after the coffee shop encounter, Anna saw him again. This time at the laundromat. She was buried in a novel she’d read four times before (safe, predictable, no surprises), when a shadow fell over her page. “Or maybe the universe is just bored with your schedule
Anna looked up, annoyed despite herself. “My schedule is fine.”