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Sonder flipped his middle finger at the bastard’s back. Taking the steps two at a time, he reached the landing and rubbed his hands together like a bonafide mad scientist, a blasphemous grin plastered to his face.
Atta loved cats as much as the next reclusive, bookish girl, but she drew the line at figurines.
“Is it hot in here?” Atta pulled at the collar of her turtleneck, looking around—for what, she wasn’t sure. A window to throw herself out of?
Ah hahaha!
Outside, the campus was bustling with students, a hint of the approaching autumn on the wind, stirring the leaves that would soon lose their chlorophyll and show the world how beautiful it is to die.
“Are we bonding?” Gibbs asked stupidly when he finally got the sequence down. “Christ.” Sonder sighed through his nose, finishing his cigarillo and laying the stub in a crystal tray. “Please don’t make me smack you in your stupid mouth.”
Lol
Before she could say anything, he reached out a hand, one finger gliding up the elongated spine of her collar chain, ending at one of the two skulls attached on either side. “I like this.” Turning on his heel, he strode away, one hand in his pocket and the other—the one that had just been so very close to touching her—clenched in a fist at his side.
The YEARNING
“I don’t exactly have a shovel in my car.” “Yes, you do.” He pointed a gloved finger again and Atta followed the direction, looking into the backseat. “Put two back there myself.” She wrinkled her nose at him. “You think you’re quite clever, don’t you.”
“There’s a little phrase wise women live by. If he wants to, he will. It’s usually more romantic than our particular scenario, but the point still stands. If you wanted to murder me, you would. Now, come on.”
Just for being a fucker these last few days, she was going to get him a paper cup. He hated takeaway cups—said they turned too flimsy and had no class about them.
They climbed in the Capri and Sonder reached over her to open the glove compartment. Another laugh popped out of Atta. “You have an entire stash of teacups!” She fished around in them. “Three fancy and two plain.” He handed her the one he’d just used. “Three and three to make six. Uneven numbers are appalling.”
“I’ll wait all night if it means you’ll stay.”
“My muffins!” He popped up off the stool and Atta laughed.
