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me about this coffee date.”
I sighed dramatically, knowing that, for all her pretense, she was enjoying dragging it out of me. Becca liked to make a production of things, and since I loved her, I indulged her.
"It wasn't a coffee date. It was just coffee," I corrected her. "We had coffee and talked, and he stole my bear claw. He reached onto my plate and snatched it out from under me. Who does that?"
"Talked about...?" prodded Miguel. " Dios Mio , it's like pulling teeth with this one. Come on, Cassie. Use your adjectives. Descriptive words are our friends."
I grinned at him.
"Tattoos. We talked about tattoos and piercings and mutants."
The memory of the feel of Dom's tattoo under my fingers made heat pool in my cheeks. Becca didn't miss a thing and smirked at my blush.
"So are you going to see him again?" Becca asked, her grin so wide I wondered if her cheeks were aching.
"I don't know," I told her honestly. "I hope so. I had to leave and go to work. I told him I would text him later."
"So text him!" Miguel demanded, looking around for my purse. "Where's your phone? You should text him now."
"Oh, no. Not right now," I protested as he found my purse and dug out my phone. "I just got off work and it's late. I saw him this morning. I don't want him to think I'm clingy or desperate or something."
Miguel considered my words before agreeing and stuffing my phone back in my bag. "I guess you're right, Cass. Give him a couple days and then text him. It'll drive him crazy. Maybe a forty-eight-hour texting embargo. Oh, Becca! Our little girl is growing up!" He pretended to sniff back tears, and Becca and I laughed at him.
"Seriously though, Cassie, I'm glad you met someone. It's about time. I don't think I've ever even seen you look twice at someone. I'm not saying you should fall in love every second Tuesday like Becca here...” He cast a sidelong glance at Becca.
"Hey!" Becca laughed, throwing a throw pillow at his head. "I don't fall in love that often! Lust maybe. Okay, definitely lust."
I snorted with laughter.
"Definitely lust," Miguel agreed. "But what I mean is that it’s nice to see you opening up to someone besides us. You are a knockout, honey, and if this guy upsets you at all, I'm totally down to make him cry like a little girl."
I climbed off the couch and sat next to him on the floor, resting my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my side and hugged me.
"Thanks," I smiled at them. "I couldn't ask for better friends."
"Damned right," Becca grinned, snuggling up on Miguel's other side.
As hard as it was being away from my family, having friends like them made it bearable.
I was content to let them continue the conversation while I thought about my morning with Dom. Without realizing it, my thoughts shifted instead to Aleksander. There was something about him that drew my attention. Part of me was sad that he was only a figment of my imagination. I imagined what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair. What a waste to dream of someone so vividly that the memory clung to the corners of my mind.
Miguel stayed for another hour or so and cooked us dinner. Becca was good at staples, but her restrictive diet wasn't my style, and my cooking skills were limited to boxes of cereal and packets of noodle soup. Miguel lived in the dorms and didn't have a full kitchen, so we allowed him to take full advantage of ours as often as he liked. With the three of us sitting around the living room watching television and eating his delicious food, I was perfectly content in that moment. Life couldn't get better than this.
After my stomach was comfortably full, the conversation reaching a lull, I could feel my eyelids growing heavy. It had been a long day, and I hadn't woken up feeling refreshed. I bid them a good night and escaped to my room.
I changed into my pajamas and brushed my teeth before returning to my room and climbing
I sighed dramatically, knowing that, for all her pretense, she was enjoying dragging it out of me. Becca liked to make a production of things, and since I loved her, I indulged her.
"It wasn't a coffee date. It was just coffee," I corrected her. "We had coffee and talked, and he stole my bear claw. He reached onto my plate and snatched it out from under me. Who does that?"
"Talked about...?" prodded Miguel. " Dios Mio , it's like pulling teeth with this one. Come on, Cassie. Use your adjectives. Descriptive words are our friends."
I grinned at him.
"Tattoos. We talked about tattoos and piercings and mutants."
The memory of the feel of Dom's tattoo under my fingers made heat pool in my cheeks. Becca didn't miss a thing and smirked at my blush.
"So are you going to see him again?" Becca asked, her grin so wide I wondered if her cheeks were aching.
"I don't know," I told her honestly. "I hope so. I had to leave and go to work. I told him I would text him later."
"So text him!" Miguel demanded, looking around for my purse. "Where's your phone? You should text him now."
"Oh, no. Not right now," I protested as he found my purse and dug out my phone. "I just got off work and it's late. I saw him this morning. I don't want him to think I'm clingy or desperate or something."
Miguel considered my words before agreeing and stuffing my phone back in my bag. "I guess you're right, Cass. Give him a couple days and then text him. It'll drive him crazy. Maybe a forty-eight-hour texting embargo. Oh, Becca! Our little girl is growing up!" He pretended to sniff back tears, and Becca and I laughed at him.
"Seriously though, Cassie, I'm glad you met someone. It's about time. I don't think I've ever even seen you look twice at someone. I'm not saying you should fall in love every second Tuesday like Becca here...” He cast a sidelong glance at Becca.
"Hey!" Becca laughed, throwing a throw pillow at his head. "I don't fall in love that often! Lust maybe. Okay, definitely lust."
I snorted with laughter.
"Definitely lust," Miguel agreed. "But what I mean is that it’s nice to see you opening up to someone besides us. You are a knockout, honey, and if this guy upsets you at all, I'm totally down to make him cry like a little girl."
I climbed off the couch and sat next to him on the floor, resting my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my side and hugged me.
"Thanks," I smiled at them. "I couldn't ask for better friends."
"Damned right," Becca grinned, snuggling up on Miguel's other side.
As hard as it was being away from my family, having friends like them made it bearable.
I was content to let them continue the conversation while I thought about my morning with Dom. Without realizing it, my thoughts shifted instead to Aleksander. There was something about him that drew my attention. Part of me was sad that he was only a figment of my imagination. I imagined what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair. What a waste to dream of someone so vividly that the memory clung to the corners of my mind.
Miguel stayed for another hour or so and cooked us dinner. Becca was good at staples, but her restrictive diet wasn't my style, and my cooking skills were limited to boxes of cereal and packets of noodle soup. Miguel lived in the dorms and didn't have a full kitchen, so we allowed him to take full advantage of ours as often as he liked. With the three of us sitting around the living room watching television and eating his delicious food, I was perfectly content in that moment. Life couldn't get better than this.
After my stomach was comfortably full, the conversation reaching a lull, I could feel my eyelids growing heavy. It had been a long day, and I hadn't woken up feeling refreshed. I bid them a good night and escaped to my room.
I changed into my pajamas and brushed my teeth before returning to my room and climbing
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