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maybe he’d come in and ask for
a nightcap or something. But he never did.

 
    I
kicked off my shoes and my feet ached against the naked air of the apartment. I
could feel the blisters on my heels start to burn, but it was all worth it. I’d
do it again and again if I had to.

 

CHAPTER 8

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    My
alarm went off around seven o’clock Saturday morning. I’d completely forgotten
to shut it off in preparation for the weekend.

 
    “Ugh,”
I groaned. I reached over and slammed the snooze button just to get it to shut
the hell up. Then I clicked it off and tried to go back to sleep. Saturdays
were for sleeping in. I’d be damned if I let a little annoying buzzer prevent
that from happening.

 
    I
had barely dozed off when I heard another buzz coming from my nightstand.

 
    “I
thought I turned you off,” I whined as I reached over and hit my snooze button
again, but the buzzing didn’t stop. It wasn’t my alarm clock. It was my phone.

 
    I
reached over to grab it, and through blurry morning eyes, I tried to make out
the text message displayed across the screen.

 
 
 
    WHAT
ARE YOU DOING TODAY?

 
 
 
    It
was from Kevin. I rubbed my eyes to get them to focus a little better and
immediately started typing a response.

 
    Wait, I thought. I should wait. Don’t respond right away.

 
    I
took a few deep breaths, now fully awake, and climbed out of bed. I made myself
brush my teeth and wash my face. I took my time. Every second counted. I felt
giddy at the fact that he wanted to hang out again and so soon at that. After a
solid ten minutes or so, I began formulating a response.

 
 
 
    NOT
MUCH.

 
 
 
    I
sounded so lame, but I really didn’t care. I wasn’t going to pretend like I was
doing something and miss the chance to hang out with him.

 
 
 
    WANT
TO COME OVER LATER?

 
 
 
    He
replied within seconds. I waited a minute or two before replying with a simple,
“Sure.”

 
 
 
    COME
OVER AROUND NOON.

 
 
 
    The next five hours were going to be tortuous , I just knew it .
I couldn’t help but scratch my head at why he was texting me
so early and why he’d want me to come hang out when he was on call . I
was sure he had his reasons, though, and I decided not to pry. The only thing
that mattered was that he wanted to hang out with me.

 
    I
padded down the hall in search of LaLa, but the apartment was silent. She was usually an early riser , always up
before me . If she wasn’t up yet, it probably meant she wasn’t home. I
could only assume she stayed the night at Demarius’s place again.

 
    I
couldn’t text Amaya. She was probably out all night DJing. She tended to sleep
in until at least noon or one on the weekends. I’d learned that the hard way
when I went out with her one night and we ended up crashing at her friend’s
place. She was my ride, and I had to wait for her to wake up to take me home
since I didn’t have enough cash for a cab. I never made that mistake again.

 
    I
decided to go for a quick jog around the neighborhood to clear my mind and
prepare myself for the day. I was already on cloud nine, but I knew a few extra
endorphins circulating through me would be the icing in the cake. I slipped on
my black runner’s tights, hot pink tank top, and obnoxiously bright neon shoes
and hit the pavement.

 
    I
wasn’t an avid runner by any means, but sometimes a quick mile or two was all I
needed to get that runner’s high.

 
    I
came back after about fifteen minutes and busted out a few squats and crunches.
New relationships always made me want to suddenly pretend that I gave a damn
about working out. The truth was I hated sweating.

 
    I
wiped the sweat off my brow and munched on a juicy red apple before polishing
off a bottle of water and hitting the shower. LaLa must have gone grocery
shopping that week, and for that I was grateful.

 
    Taking
my time getting ready the rest of