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Sometimes, I couldn’t help but wonder if Chris was subtly trying to seduce
me–though I never had any solid proof. Take this moment, for instance.
Chris was in casual clothes, making coffee, with that soft white T–shirt and
gray sweatpants that made him look like a fresh–out–of–college guy. Then
again, he had just graduated.
So young and full of life, I thought as I watched him. What a sight… those.
shoulders, that waist. I glanced back at my magazine when he walked over
with the coffee, trying to act completely unfazed. I took a sip as he sat down, and suddenly Marshmallow jumped onto his lap. My eyes couldn’t help but
linger on her paws kneading his gray sweats–wait, gray sweats?
“…It’s big.”
Chris leaned over, voice low and teasing by my ear. “Nina, what exactly are
you staring at?”
The breath against my ear sent a shiver down my spine, and I scrambled, my gaze darting away. “I–I meant the cat… she’s gotten big.” My face flushed, and I darted back to my room.
Immediately, I texted my best friend:
[Chris has been living with me, and I think he’s trying to seduce me every single day. Should I just go get a boyfriend already?]
The call came back instantly. “You finally noticed! That man has been into
you for ages, and you’re only now picking up on it?”
My heart raced. “You think… he actually likes me? I always thought he saw
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There was a pause, then laughter. “That’s rich. Trust me, everyone can see it except you. If you’re divorced now, why not give it a shot with Chris? He’s way better than that ex of yours.”
Before I could answer, another call came through. I picked up–it was
Lucas.
“Nina, Evan’s sick. He’s asking for you… could you come home to see
him?”
The subtle plea in his voice caught me off guard. I walked out onto the balcony, letting the wind clear my head, before replying, “Lucas, how many times did I call you like this?”
The early days of being a mother were overwhelming. When Evan fell sick, I would call Lucas in a panic, voice cracking with tears, praying he’d come home to help. And Lucas’s answer? His cold voice still rang in my ears: “So you can’t even take care of yourself, let alone Evan?”
“…Nina, I…”
“You were right, Lucas. Now I just want to take care of myself.”
“Nina, wait, have you… regained your memory?” His voice was fragile, almost pleading.
I took a slow breath, “Lucas, I never lost it. Meet me at the county clerk’s office in a month; don’t expect me to come running back to you.”
I hung up and blocked his number. We could talk again on signing day.
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