Reasonable Doubt: Volume 3 (Reasonable Doubt 3)
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“Not at all.” I sat on the couch. “It’s the only way I can afford to live in this part of town. Otherwise, I’d be sleeping in a cardboard box.”
He stared at me for a while, not saying a word.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing. It’s just been awhile since you spoke a full sentence that wasn’t filled with malice.”
“Don’t get used to it.” I winced and placed another ice wrap on my shoulder. “I’m just trying to make your five minutes with me somewhat memorable.”
“They will be.”
Silence.
He walked over and sat next to me on the couch. “You got an A on your final assignment at GBH.”
“Did you give it to me out of sympathy?”
“I gave it to you because your work was the best.” He looked into my eyes. “Although, I could have done without the “FYI: Mr. Hamilton used to f**k me in his office” note that was at the end.”
I held back a laugh.
“Jessica misses you by the way.”
“Really?”
“She claims I was much more desirable when you were around,” he said. “And apparently she used to listen to us have sex.”
“What?”
“There’s no point in even trying to fire her anymore…I think she grew on me.”
“Do all the interns still hate you?”
“No.” He smiled. “For some strange reason, they started to like me shortly after you left.”
“Are you insinuating that your ass**le behavior was my fault?”
“No.” He pulled me into his lap and took the ice wrap away. “I’m insinuating that I no longer pretend to care about any interns when my favorite one is missing.”
I blushed and he started to massage my shoulders—slowly kneading his hands against my skin.
I shut my eyes and exhaled, slightly tilting my head back instead of telling him to stop.
“Do you plan on ever accepting my apology?” he asked, pressing a kiss against my neck.
“No.”
“Is there any way that I could make you?” His fingers gently rubbed my collarbone, alleviating the pain.
“You could tell me the real reason you’re in New York…” I felt him unsnapping my bra. “I know you didn’t come all the way here just to see me.”
He kissed my shoulder. “You don’t know that.”
“I’m serious, Andrew.”
“As am I.” He pressed his palms into my back, temporarily rendering me speechless. “You’re a huge part of the reason why I’m still here, actually.”
“And the other part?”