The Shadow of Stars

Thirty Nine

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When we returned to the apartment complex, Micah insisted on walking me to the door and wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Level eleven, right?" He asks, though we both know he's well aware of my address. "Do you have a card?"

"Oh, yeah." I rummage in my bag and pull out my pass key, activating the elevators ability to reach my floor. "How do you get to my apartment?"

"Hm?" He looks entirely lost with my question.

"When you come to my apartment usually, none of us have ever buzzed you up." My statement makes a sly smile tug at his lips and his right hand rubs at the back of his neck.

"Perks I guess, I just asked the receptionist and she gave me a floor key no questions. I don't have an access card for your apartment though," he rushes.

I'd like to hope not. Yet still, he basically just gained access to my home without any authority other than his title.

The elevator dings on eleven and we both exit. "Thanks again for tonight," he states and I can't help but laugh.

"You know I think that is the hundredth time you've thanked me, I'm not mother Theresa." He grins but maintains some level of seriousness.

"You are more than that. You really did me a solid and I'm grateful—I just want you to know that I understand how much of an effort it was from you and that I appreciate it."

"You know, I'll take a batch of cookies as payment—then we are even and you can stop falling at my feet."

His laugh bounces off the halls, such a heavy deep sound that is sweet as honey to my ears.

"Okay, Mennison—you've got yourself a deal. But no promises that I'll stop falling at your feet, I can't help if I'm head over heels for you," he says with a wink and my cheeks heat as I grin.

"You're so cheesy," I tease, my smile lingering.

"Guilty as charged." He glances quickly at his watch as we round the corner, nearing my door. "It's a fair bit past your curfew, I hope your parents won't be too mad."

Right, the curfew that was made up and imposed quite literally just for him.

"They're actually out," I tell him, earning furrowed brows in response. "They went out camping for the weekend, down to a bay with the boat actually."

"Oh, really?" he questions and I nod. "I didn't stop you from spending time with your family I hope."

I shrug as we near my door. "It's fine, honestly it's kind of nice having the space to myself for a little bit." I don't know why I make the next offer, but the words tumble from my mouth without me thinking. "Do you want to come in? I'm gonna make a hot chocolate."