Living With Him

Forty-one: System Malfunction

I took my phone off the top of my pillow and placed it back down again.

Took it, stared at the screen, and placed it back down again.

I keep forgetting that his phone's in the hands of the evil angel.

"Ohh... crap. What in Sam's shoes is happening to me?" I groaned and threw myself, facedown, on the bed.

Why would I even text him? I could just walk upstairs, knock on his door and ask him how he is, right? Or maybe ask him what he wants for lunch. Maybe I can cook for him? Is he hungry? Has he eaten anything since last night?

Is he feeling kinda horny? Oh holy fudge. What is happening to me?

I was just kissed by my crush who I haven't heard from since this morning, and all I could think of is Mr. You're-mine-I-wanna-hear-you-say-it.

Why would I even want to text him every now and then?

I didn't even protest when he walked in the bathroom while I was bathing.

"Oh Grammy... what am I doing?" I mumbled on the bed.

I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling.

He said he thinks it's time to redecorate my room. Why would he even want that?

I sat up and decided to check on him.

But what if he's sleeping? He was probably up all night.

I bit my lip and furrowed my brows.

He's starting to drive me mad.

"I better talk to someone—someone professional."

Shaking my head, I decided to walk upstairs and get some fresh air outside. With my guitar on my back, I made my way outside through the living room.

I was about to sit on one of the benches by the fountain when I noticed someone walk by.

I smirked when I saw the crown of his head.

"Mr. Northman!" I called out and he stopped his long strides before looking at me.

"I told you to call me Adam" he said before sitting beside me. "People might hear you."

"Then tell them that it's one way of me teasing you" I smiled and started tuning the guitar.
"What are you doing outside, aren't you tired from last night's meeting?" I asked, taking the opportunity to find out what he's doing.

Someone seems interested.

I am. Stop teasing.

Are you finally admitting something to yourself?

Like what?

"I was just taking a walk, thinking some things through" he answered and I looked at him.

He seemed like he was watching me closely.

Interesting, I thought as I looked back to my guitar.

"I was about to do the same."

"What are you going to think about?"

"What?" I looked up at him with my brows raised.

"You said you were about to think some things through."

"Oh" I didn't know I said that out loud. "Just some things I've been trying to avoid... sort of."

"Like?"

I stared at him and his new found curiosity about me and the things I think about.

"Why do you wanna know?" I asked and he seemed surprised that I suddenly asked.