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My gaze followed the geometric pattern that crisscrossed the comforter,
all the way to where the pillows lay. Our heads will be there, only a few
inches apart. Everything I was feeling was slowly replaced by a weird mix of
anticipation and something … new.
I needed to keep my cool. It was just a bed. We were two adults who
could sleep next to each other. We were … friends now? No, I didn’t think
we were. But we were not just colleagues either. Even forgetting about the
fact that he’d soon be my boss, I didn’t think we only qualified as two people
who worked together, argued on a regular basis, and struggled to tolerate
each other for more than ten minutes. Our deal—this love deception game we
were playing—had pushed us out of that meticulously labeled area we had
been in. Shoved us right into a completely new and uncharted territory. And
now, we were more than whatever we had been. We were …
We were about to share a bed. That was the only thing I knew for sure.
That, and the fact that I needed to stop overthinking it. What I needed to
be was … unaffected. Yeah. If we were going to share a bed, I needed to stop
behaving like it was a big deal. Even if it was. Because it motherfreaking
was. Aaron had been showing me just how much with his soft but unwinding
touches and these little pieces of himself that were just as provoking.
What had Rosie told me once?
“Set your goal free into the universe. Visualize it.”
That was exactly what I needed to do.
So, I visualized myself as impassive. Unconcerned. Unimpressed. I was a
block of ice in the middle of a blizzard. I’d stand solidly. Immovable and
cold and calm.
Yeah.
Walking to the closet with that on mind, I pulled out my pajamas, which
consisted of shorts and an old T-shirt with Science Rocks in bold yellow
letters. A part of me regretted not putting more thought into it now that the
room arrangement situation had changed. Another much smaller part thought
that Aaron would appreciate the message in the shirt. That maybe he would
give me one of those lopsided smirks that—
No. Those were not thoughts a block of ice would have.
Aaron walked out of the bathroom in silence, still dressed in his buttondown,
which now had two new undone buttons—which, I reminded myself,
did not affect me—and headed directly to his side of the closet. Returning the
silence, I slipped in the bathroom, so I could change and wash up.