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isn’t long since people do drop out, but I’m still not ready in any way. I know it’s not too late, and I haven’t given up on it, and the opportunity you’ve given me here will help me get there with no worries. So yes—definitely next fall. I’ll be twenty-two by then, but it should still be easy enough to blend in—to some degree.”
“Do you have any preferences for where you want to go?”
She shook her head. “Not yet.”
He looked thoughtful, and she wanted so badly to ask what was on his mind.
“Small campus or large?”
“I feel like I would be more comfortable on a smaller campus—I’m usually more comfortable with fewer people are around.”
His eyebrows raised, but he said nothing.
“I don’t mean anything by that—it’s just…I’m an introvert. I’m not into parties and social gatherings—they take way too much out of me. Some people get energized by such interactions, and others get drained by it, like me. I prefer one-on-one interactions, and I don’t enjoy small talk with people I’m not likely to see again or develop any sort of relationship with. People can’t seem to help taking it personally when I turn down outings, and it’s totally not personal. It’s just extremely awkward and uncomfortable, and why torture myself?”
He seemed to be holding in a laugh.
“Glad I amused you,” she said softly, flashing him a smile.
“I will assume this evening was not torture for you since it has been one-on-one, and we’ve avoided talks of ‘who wore it best.’”
Naomi giggled.
The only torture was having him so close to her, looking that handsome, smelling that heavenly, and not being able to touch him to know for sure how his body feels against hers.
“This…” she said, indicating the dinner table then the two of them, “is perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed when she realized what she’d said—pretty much exactly what she meant, but when she glanced up at him, he didn’t seem to read too deeply into her words.
She let out a small breath of relief.
Chapter 10
Naomi
T he days flew by and Naomi soon felt silly about her initial apprehension about Kevin crossing the line between them.
Every night so far, he asked her to join him for dinner, and as suspicious as she had been after their first night, he only asked her about her day and she told him about her errands, what new vegetable she’d been enlightened her about—the various ways it could be used and how it was going to be used in their dinner that night.
She started to think she had made things up about the way he had looked at her the first night, about how many seconds he had stood at her threshold watching her.
It must’ve been just a second of making sure everything was all right with her before he took off—not like he was aching to cross that threshold and take her in his arms at all.
Though it had only been a few days since she started, and she enjoyed their dinners immensely, she still couldn’t help wondering, Was this daily evaluation usually required? If so, for how long? A week?
She wasn’t all that experienced or knowledgeable in the ways of the filthy rich, and she knew she was Kevin’s personal assistant of sorts, but weren’t they getting a bit too up close and personal? Was this normal?
She wanted to ask him, but she didn’t want to upset him and risk losing the perk—the food was amazing, and she enjoyed spending time with him.
But she was getting more and more uncomfortable with how she felt about him, and the intimacy of talking to him about her life made it all worse.
She trusted him more than she should, and she sometimes overshared.
Today, like every other day so far, she excitedly went about her day in tingling anticipation of dinner with him that evening and she couldn’t help it.
“Is something bothering you?” he suddenly asked as the main course was set before them.
Once again, she found herself unable to hide or lie to him.
“Sort of,” she said to her
“Do you have any preferences for where you want to go?”
She shook her head. “Not yet.”
He looked thoughtful, and she wanted so badly to ask what was on his mind.
“Small campus or large?”
“I feel like I would be more comfortable on a smaller campus—I’m usually more comfortable with fewer people are around.”
His eyebrows raised, but he said nothing.
“I don’t mean anything by that—it’s just…I’m an introvert. I’m not into parties and social gatherings—they take way too much out of me. Some people get energized by such interactions, and others get drained by it, like me. I prefer one-on-one interactions, and I don’t enjoy small talk with people I’m not likely to see again or develop any sort of relationship with. People can’t seem to help taking it personally when I turn down outings, and it’s totally not personal. It’s just extremely awkward and uncomfortable, and why torture myself?”
He seemed to be holding in a laugh.
“Glad I amused you,” she said softly, flashing him a smile.
“I will assume this evening was not torture for you since it has been one-on-one, and we’ve avoided talks of ‘who wore it best.’”
Naomi giggled.
The only torture was having him so close to her, looking that handsome, smelling that heavenly, and not being able to touch him to know for sure how his body feels against hers.
“This…” she said, indicating the dinner table then the two of them, “is perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed when she realized what she’d said—pretty much exactly what she meant, but when she glanced up at him, he didn’t seem to read too deeply into her words.
She let out a small breath of relief.
Chapter 10
Naomi
T he days flew by and Naomi soon felt silly about her initial apprehension about Kevin crossing the line between them.
Every night so far, he asked her to join him for dinner, and as suspicious as she had been after their first night, he only asked her about her day and she told him about her errands, what new vegetable she’d been enlightened her about—the various ways it could be used and how it was going to be used in their dinner that night.
She started to think she had made things up about the way he had looked at her the first night, about how many seconds he had stood at her threshold watching her.
It must’ve been just a second of making sure everything was all right with her before he took off—not like he was aching to cross that threshold and take her in his arms at all.
Though it had only been a few days since she started, and she enjoyed their dinners immensely, she still couldn’t help wondering, Was this daily evaluation usually required? If so, for how long? A week?
She wasn’t all that experienced or knowledgeable in the ways of the filthy rich, and she knew she was Kevin’s personal assistant of sorts, but weren’t they getting a bit too up close and personal? Was this normal?
She wanted to ask him, but she didn’t want to upset him and risk losing the perk—the food was amazing, and she enjoyed spending time with him.
But she was getting more and more uncomfortable with how she felt about him, and the intimacy of talking to him about her life made it all worse.
She trusted him more than she should, and she sometimes overshared.
Today, like every other day so far, she excitedly went about her day in tingling anticipation of dinner with him that evening and she couldn’t help it.
“Is something bothering you?” he suddenly asked as the main course was set before them.
Once again, she found herself unable to hide or lie to him.
“Sort of,” she said to her
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