Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
What I have noticed is that whenever I push back, Landon backs down. I’m guessing this isn’t typical behavior for him because I’m betting a lawyer would push until they got what they wanted.
Last night there was part of me that wanted to share his bed, but I didn’t dare tell him. Besides being incredibly shy, I didn’t want to put him in a weird spot. All he did was kiss me. There was no reason for me to try to get into his bed. No matter how safe he made me feel.
That’s what I keep coming back to, even now. The idea of sharing a bed with a man who is practically a stranger should freak me out, but it doesn’t. I slept like a rock when I fell asleep in his lap and he had his arms around me. I can’t remember the last time anything felt so good.
Putting Garfield on the bed, I go to the bathroom to gather my clothes from yesterday. Landon gave me one of his shirts to sleep in, but if I'm going to be staying here, I need to go back to my place and pack a few things.
I do my best to get myself ready with what I have, and once I’m finished, I turn to Garfield. "Are you going to be okay for a couple of hours?"
I don't want to leave him, and if I were only going out for something quick, I would take him with me. I’ll need to carry all of my belongings with my hands, so like it or not, he stays here. Once I set up the bathroom with everything he could possibly need, I also make sure there is nothing that he can get into that might hurt him.
Now I understand why people have baby cameras with apps they can view when they are away from them. I realize I'm being ridiculous, so I give him one last kiss on the head before I find my cell phone to head out.
The elevator takes me down to the lobby, but it’s not until I step off and the doors close behind me that I realize I don’t have a way to get back in.
“Crap,” I mutter to myself, pulling out my phone. I’m not sure what I’m going to do.
I’d forgotten to ask Landon for his phone number, but I suppose I could call the law office. I dismiss that thought because he’s working, and I don’t want to interrupt him. Waiting in the lobby until he gets back might be tacky, though. A girl in worn jeans and dirty sneakers sitting in a fancy lobby with overstuffed trash bags sounds embarrassing for Landon. They might also call the police on me.
I hurry out of the building and to the bus stop down the block. While I’m getting on, I ask myself what the heck I’m doing with Landon. The man lives in a whole other world than me, and no matter how hard I try, it’s one that I’ll never fit into. The thought is depressing.
I’m trying not to let my mood spiral as I hop off one bus and run to catch the next. It takes a total of three buses to make it back to my apartment building, and when I get there, it somehow appears more rundown than I remember. It’s silly because I was here yesterday. I guess Landon is already ruining me.
I find my key to the building in the bottom of my bag as I make my way up the sidewalk. Turns out I don't end up needing it since the lock is busted. Sadly, it’s not abnormal for it to be broken, so I take the stairs, not trusting the elevator. When I get to my apartment, I try the door, and it’s unlocked. I go to push it open, but the chain on the door stops me from entering.
"Hey," I call out.
"Hold on!" Ciara shouts back in her usual annoyed tone. She’s always in a bad mood, which is the complete opposite of my other roommate, Angel. She hardly ever speaks at all, but I don’t think she likes anyone.
I stand there for over a minute before she finally comes and undoes the chain. "We need a new lock,” she informs me as I enter. “So use the chain."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's busted. You can turn it, but it doesn’t lock."
"The entry one is busted too."
"Yeah, I think it might have been the same person." Ciara rolls her eyes before going to the futon we have in the living room and plopping down.
“Someone broke our lock?” That’s a big deal, and she’s saying it so casually.
“Yeah, but it didn’t look like they took anything.” She shrugs.
“Did you check my room?”
“No, you don’t have anything to steal.” I ignore her and go straight to my bedroom.