"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 until you're screaming for forgiveness," I whispered, "until your apologies are like melodies in my ears and 'you won' are the only words your lips know how to form."
His smile brought the temperature in the room down a coup...
「 twenty-eight ✧ i need you 」 tw: mention of ed a/n: for those of you wondering, this book will be a trilogy with novels following emilia first, then lacey and aurora! if you want to know a sneak preview, lacey's book will be a mystery as well as a romance! the love interest is in the fbi and lacey will be the main suspect in the case that he's investigating... be excited ;)
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It had been a few days since we started building our robot. We were placing the final touches on our project and presentation and getting ready to present it the next day.
I sat on the sofa in Lacey and Callum's hotel room, furiously writing everyone's script on notecards. They had all designated me to have the best handwriting, so while they finished up the slideshow, I had to write everyone's script.
I was finishing up Aurora's notecards when Callum sat down next to me, crossing his feet on the coffee table and placing his hands behind his head. "Morning, M&M."
"Please don't bring that back," I muttered, gathering Aurora's notecards and placing them in a stack before moving on to Rohan's.
"Why not? I love M&M's."
I sighed. "Don't you have a slideshow to finish up?"
He ignored me, leaning forward on his knees. "Do you need me to help?"
"How's your handwriting?" I responded without glancing in his direction.
"Amazing, I promise." He gently placed his hand on mine, stopping me from writing. I sighed again, finally turning to face him. "Please?" he begged, dragging out the last syllable and placing his palms together as if in prayer.
"Read my lips," I said, waiting until his eyes fell onto my mouth. "N-o."
His gaze lingered on my lips, but then he groaned and placed his head in his hands. "You and your OCD."
"And I'm proud of it," I said jokingly, continuing my writing of the notecards.
Something compelled me to glance up, and my eyes landed on August. Instead of working with the others who were discussing what to put on the slideshow, his gaze was fixed on me and the hand that Callum rested near my thigh.
I tilted my head at him as if to ask, "What are you looking at?"
His jaw clenched and he ripped his eyes away as if it were painful.
And weirdly, strangely, I almost wanted August to be the one sitting next to me. I wanted him to be the one laughing with me, making small talk and putting his hand on my thigh.
Then I shook away the thought, disgusted at myself. Get a grip. He's just your friend.
Callum continued to talk to me while I finished up everyone's notecards. We chatted about our project as I wrote his notecards, then about his script which he pouted about.
