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CHAPTER THIRTEEN 'electric touch'
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"SOME OF THE best moments in life are the ones you can't tell anyone about." a quote by an unknown author.
i've been calling conrad every night for 60 days. 60 days and not once has he given me mixed signals, or lame excuses not to call. and nobody knows it. i've kept it a secret for 60 days.
it's going really good so far. we've agreed no labels, so i don't get let down when he inevitably ghosts me for a couple days, and so he doesn't prioritize me over his mom.
susannah. she's getting better. actually no, i take that back. she isn't getting better. but she isn't getting worse, either.
my phone rings at 8pm, earlier than conrad and i normally call but i don't hesitate to pick it up.
"hey!" i greet.
"hey," he says.
i furrow my brows, "what's up? you never call this early."
"what if i just wanted to talk to you?" he asks.
i'm silent cause i feel like this is a set up. something's off.
"actually there's something i need," he adds.
i laugh, "i fucking knew it,"
"shut up!" he teases. "i left something at the summer house that i need right now, and i was hoping, since you like me so much—"
i cut him off, "who said that?"
"let me finish!!!" he begs.
"anyways, i was wondering if you could go grab it for me. the code to get in through the front door is 1389."
i roll my eyes, "you hold so much power over me, you know that, fisher?"
"i know, babe." he says 'babe' ever so quietly, like it just slipped off his tongue. it was almost silent.
but it made me blush.
since i just got done doing pilates, i'm only in a sports bra and leggings. i figure since it's just next door and nobody's gonna see me, it's fine. it's cold, but it'll take me 10 minutes at max.
