"the problem with you is that I can't get you off my mind"

sabrina claudio — "problem with you"

When my body wakes up I immediately feel the cold air in the room brushing against my skin. The bright light of the day hits my sight to the point that it goes through my eyelids and my eyes want to see what it is, but I don't open them just yet. Somehow, I don't mind it. A strange wave of safety runs through my body making that slight annoyance go completely away.

I don't feel like I need to rush to class or even open my eyes because I want to see where I am, this time, my body doesn't want to leave that comfort I'm in. My brain is awake but my body is fully relaxed under that silence surrounding me.

Slowly the memories of the night before appear in my head. Lucifer and his motorcycle, the fight between him and Damian, the party and his hands on me... his words about the world he lives in being dangerous like the people surrounding it. Not wanting to endanger more.

My entire body is slowly waking up. First I feel the firm table under my back, it's like a brick and my bones are hurting from it, but the place that my body is in it isn't much more than just a slight inconvenience for my comfort. It's cold, but for some reason, it doesn't bother me. I have no covers on top of my body or anything else that can protect me from it, except from my clothes from the night before. Still, I'm so comfortable I soon forget about it.

When my brain and body fully wake up, I notice my hand isn't where I last remembered it leaving, it's hanging from the table with my palm facing upwards. It's on top of something soft and warm, like a fresh clean T-shirt. All my fingers are pressed against each other gently, relaxed while laying on top of that strange texture. I slightly move my fingers and soon feel something else laying on top of it. I take my time to understand what it is but when that soft and delicate texture touches my skin with more strength, I immediately recognise it: it's another hand.

Slowly turning my head to the side I open my eyes to see Lucifer's right hand gently resting on top of my palm. His hand is relaxed with mine while laying on top of his stomach as he's slowly breathing. His fingers are touching my skin and, even if he's asleep, they're slightly moving caressing my skin. I don't know if he's doing it on purpose or he started doing it after he wasn't in control of his body, either way, we're touching hands. And it isn't like yesterday, when he grabbed my hand as a joke or a way to annoy me, maybe it's because he's asleep and I'm still trying to fully wake up and process what is happening, but this time it seems genuine.

With my eyes, I go to his face and immediately ask to myself how he isn't waking up from the strong light hitting his face. He's shining with the clearest skin I've ever seen, and from his slow breathing and how relaxed his face is I don't find myself hating him or even wanting to fight him, yell at him, instead I want to enjoy the sight of his face in front of my eyes.

The sound of the door opening with speed and the lunch lady walking inside the dining hall followed by a couple of students, makes Lucifer quickly wake up and unintentionally grab my hand with strength, wrapping his fingers with mine as we both sit down at the same time. The lunch lady slowly goes towards our fingers wrapped together as well as the students behind her, who started to murmur at the sight of us together in the dining hall. Lucifer and I lock eyes with each other but then immediately go to our hands together. With a quick movement, I let it go hating the feeling it's giving to my chest.

I need to walk away as fast as possible.

Without giving the situation a second thought, I get up to leave the dining hall behind feeling my heart dropping to my stomach as I'm being followed by everyone's eyes. I don't care about them, or what they were thinking when they saw us, all I can think about is that Lucifer also knows we slept with our hands touching, his hand holding mine like he didn't want to let me go, and thankfully, as I leave the room I don't lock eyes with him. That's the last thing I want to add to this weird situation.

I don't want to know what's he thinking, because I have a weird feeling... it's not so good.

"That was quite a show you and Lucifer gave everyone.." Ada says to me when she arrives by my side as I'm walking to our class together.

"What?" I ask her furrowing my eyebrows. I, of course know what she's talking about, but even if all I have in mind is those seconds I was staring at his hand and his relaxed face, admiring him, I still want to make sure.

"Lilith, everyone's talking about it."

"About what?"

"You and Lucifer?! In the dining hall! And yesterday at the party!" She yells gaining a couple of eyes on her. "You and him flirting at the end of the beer pong game, causing you to lose. Which, you never do! And the fact that for some strange reason, people find you two sleeping in the dining hall holding hands! What was that about?!" In the tone of her voice I can tell she's excited, and the smile on her face doesn't help her hide it either.

"We weren't holding hands, Ada. That's dramatic. Besides, it was a party! Everyone flirts with everyone! I'm surprised people are talking about it, it's stupid."

"I mean, when the girl everyone loves because she's always been the life of the party, known for not being the girl that settles down, and the mysterious guy who's hot as fuck and drives a sexy ass motorcycle get together, everyone's gonna talk about it!"

"Well," I say once we both cross the door of the class room "everyone loves me but I don't love everyone, so they better shut the fuck up. In fact, I hate everyone, expect you. That's why you're my only close friend."

Ada lets out a tiny laugh as she shakes her head sitting down. Soon, I sit down next to her. "You don't hate everyone."

"Yes I do. And they shouldn't be talking about it. It was going to start raining so he drove me here, when we arrived we went to the dining hall because we were hungry. Some guy that works here locked us in which lead to us having to sleep there. That's it. End of story, I'm back to hating him."

I lock eyes with my best friend noticing a smile on her face, already making me hate her next words. "What about the holding hands part?"

"We weren't holding hands, it was just... a slight touch."

"That's even more romantic, Lilith!"

I stare at her and immediately roll my eyes. "I curse you for saying that."

"Did he grabbed your hand?" She continues, ignoring my annoyed expression.

"I don't know."

"Did you do it?"

"No."

"Oh my—" Ada claps excited "maybe he grabbed it when you two were asleep, unintentionally! That's even more romantic!"

"Ugh, I hate that you like love."

"Why? It's such a wonderful thing—"

"No it isn't."

"Can you imagine you and him together?" Ada continues brushing my comment away, looking forward as more and more students walk into the room. "What a powerful couple."

"We're not getting together." I repeat. "Ever."

"Lilith and Lucifer— it sounds so perfect."

"Depends which story you chose."

Ada turns to me, confused. "Why?"

"There's people that believe Lilith killed Lucifer to keep the throne all to herself." I quickly nod. "I like that one."

Ada rolls her eyes and then leans closer to me to say more softly: "C'mon, I saw the way he looked at you last night. I'm not wrong about that, ever. He was truly worried about you."

"He was worried about you too."

"No, not the same way that he was with you."

I remember the night before like an old movie, his eyes on me and how it made me feel, like they were seeing something else than just me. I'm still wondering what was he thinking, it had to be something bad or even sad for him to get so worried. Can it be related to the terrible thing he told me happened years ago?

Maybe, maybe, me being there reminded him of that.

"Talking about last night—" I say gaining a little push on my arm from Ada.

"There we go, changing the subject."

"We need to talk about the guy that showed up," I say ignoring her comment "and the whole dangerous thing."

Ada nods. "It was kinda weird, huh? You work at the gym they train at, maybe you can find out more."

My friend is right, but I do have a rule about not asking what they do or anything that has to do with their illegal boxing matches. As far as coach Covaliov knows I don't know anything about those things in the first place, so me wondering around like an innocent girl won't hurt, would it?

Lucifer's words come back to my head, he doesn't want to get me involved in his world for a reason... like he said, it's dangerous. But how bad can it be?

I have a lot of questions running through my mind, why do I give a shit in the first place? I don't know, that's for sure. I know that I'm a curious girl— maybe that's it. The desire to want to know more runs though my veins. So, not giving attention to Lucifer's words I quickly nod to Ada, as I let out: "Yeah, I mean— I have a rule that's strictly about not asking... but I wouldn't be asking if I'm just there listening." Ada gives me a proud smile and slightly pushes my shoulders with hers. Before any of us can let out another word, the teacher enters the room leading our eyes towards him. But as I stay there, whispers hitting my head, I turn around to face the noise. Students are staring at me while walking to their seats, or even the ones that are already seated, talking to their friends. "Oh my god, the stares." I whisper to Ada when I roll my eyes, annoyed. "I feel like I'm on high school again."

I hear Ada letting out a laugh. When a tall figure walking through the door gets my attention, I immediately recognise who it is, my heart immediately drops to my stomach.

My body is nothing but misery right now.

Lucifer is walking with his backpack hanging from one of his shoulders and with his hair all messy to one of the seats as the teacher is talking. Silence suddenly surrounds us as my eyes follow him. Our hands touching an hour ago is giving me a slight memory on the palm of my hand, like if my muscle is remembering how it felt and wants to do it again. I suddenly look away, Lucifer starts to walk between the seats and I don't want him to know my eyes were on him. The students' eyes, thpugh, are on me everywhere I turn as if they do not care I know, locking eyes with someone as I let my back rest on the seat and let out a long breath trying to not yell at anyone to mind their fucking business. "I thought the thing about college is that nobody gives a fuck." I whisper to Ada again. She leans closer once she gives a look back with a little smirk on her face.

"I guess that doesn't count when it comes to someone like you and Lucifer." She says and I let out another breath out. "And maybe the fact that he can't stop staring at you since he sat down, probably doesn't help with the whispers."

"What?" I immediately ask but before I can turn around, the professor talks more loudly gaining my attention with his words.

"Since I want to get to know you guys, more about how each one of you works I thought about making a project."

"Already?" Ada asks by my side.

"Simple, nothing too much. We're gonna be talking about people from history, people that had been famous all over the world and their actions were questionable over the years they have been in the public eye. It's gonna be a two person project. With your partner you're gonna have to investigate about this person that I give you and write a 5k essay about them, what they did, the breaks on their personalities... mental breakdowns, how you young people like to call it. What took them to do those kind of rages, what drove them to do so, seek inside their minds— it's not that hard."

"For you, my guy." I add. "You've been doing this for probably thirty years."

Ada looks at me and gives me a smile probably hoping to be with me. The teacher calls her name and her partner's name. Fuck.Of course, we both want to work together but believe it or not in the five classes we had since we started college, we've never had the opportunity to work together and unfortunately, this isn't gonna be it either.

"Lilith Avery—" I hear the teacher calling my name. Turning my head to face him, I notice the little grin on his lips.

Uh... buddy— the only person that I'd want to have a romantic teacher/student relationship is my sexy history teacher from high school. Not you.

After keeping the eye contact with me for a couple of seconds, like an idea appeared on his mind, the professor moves his eyes to see someone behind me and then soon proceeds to erase something on the piece of paper he has on his hand. "Lucifer Donovan— you two will do Bonnie and Clyde."

Oh— he has to be kidding.

"I swear he did this on purpose." I add immediately after he said those words.

Ada takes her hand to her mouth to prevent the loud laugh coming out. I turn to her and let out a long annoyed sigh. I don't want the next days to come, I already hate every minute of the hours that didn't even arrive yet. "The lunch ladies are known for being noisy," Ada says "he probably heard because she talked about it. Rumours fly fast."

"Bonnie and Clyde? Is he serious?"

"And I thought the situation couldn't get any better."

[...]

The day happened slower than any other day I had lived in my entire life. I started to feel my lack of sleep around my last class, at eleven when the teacher started talking about an interesting story that had happened to him a week ago. I didn't care, and I didn't want to listen. But a part of me was glad that he was doing so, I didn't had to worry about getting tested on that stuff.

I walked out of my last class and spent the entire day organising everything that I had to do for my classes, essays, books that I have to buy... with what money?

I have no fucking idea.

I haven't got paid yet because it hasn't been a week since I started working and my ways of surviving without money are definitely coming to an end in my head.

When the hour 3:30 PM hits the clock, I grab everything I need and walk out of the building with my backpack in one hand and my phone on the other, ready to order a taxi to take me there. The money that I have left is for transportation and regular necessities, even if I hate that I have to pay every day for someone to drive me around, today, out of all days I'm glad a man is driving me. The second I sit down behind him I can feel my eyes wanting to close and my body giving in to the comfortable seat.

I know me, and I know that when I have little hours of sleep I'm not the... nicest person you've ever met. With college that happens often, the nights that I have to spend reading some book or studying are the annoying ones, because the nights that I spend partying the lack of sleep isn't the thing annoying me the next day.

Those days my sleep deprived me is the one who's doing the decisions making. So, I try to avoid people as much as I can. It isn't that hard since Ada is my closest friend and not much people cross my days. But still, I try. Otherwise, I get that feeling of annoyance to the most stupid thing that walks in front of me, feeling the need to make it disappear— and not too good for me, I have that same exact feeling on my chest when I step outside of that taxi, the feeling of wanting to punch the first thing that appears in front of my eyes.

"Lilith!" I hear Lucifer yell my name the second he steps in front of me.

Of course it has to be him.

This is not going to end well...

"Do you need something?" I ask him after rolling my eyes. He notices this little action and furrows his eyebrows confused.

"Jesus— Yeah, we have a project to do together?"

"And?"

"When are you free? We should start planning it."

"I don't know when I'm free." I brush his words away shrugging my shoulders. "Now, if you excuse me, I need to get to work." I turn to the side but his voice stops me.

"Do you have a problem or something?"

"You're my problem right now."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh— I don't know. Maybe the fact that it's your fault I only have two hours of sleep. Maybe that's it!"

Lucifer lifts his hands with the intention to stop me from yelling. "Fucking calm down."

Unbelievable.

"How old are you?" I ask out of the blue.

"What?"

"How old are you?" I repeat.

"What does that matter—" I lift my eyebrows impatiently waiting for his answer, and Lucifer realising that it isn't gonna do much asking why, lets out a breath and replies with: "Twenty three."

"And in those twenty three years of life, you've never learned that you don't have to say to someone that's having a bad day to fucking calm down?!" My heart speeds faster. His words are clearly annoying me more than usual.

"You're gonna be amazing as a partner, I just know it." He replies sarcastically after rolling his eyes, annoyed.

"Fuck off." I say before turning around to leave him behind, but not before hearing his words: "My pleasure."

Asshole.

I walk inside the gym to leave my backpack and jacket on the desk, ready to start with my day of work. I know that I'm going to dream about the hour eight hitting the clock, but I have to pull through this day and end it as fast as I can, trying to not deal with any more of these boys—

"Looking good, Avery." Colin says behind me.

Not a good time, Colin.

I turn to him with the intention to walk towards the lockers, but I lock eyes with him first, more annoyed that I intended to. "Wow, it looks like fire is going to come out of your eyes."

I let out a long sigh without stopping. "I had a terrible night."

"Yes, I've heard."

How did he find out? "What?" I ask turning to face him.

"Just because I don't go to your school it doesn't mean I don't know, I still hear everything—" he then quickly adds, like he doesn't want to hold it in "and Ryker told me."

I slowly nod, understanding immediately. "Ada." I say softly.

"I knew you two were going to be a perfect couple." Colin says as soon as I regain with my walk.

Ugh, no. I curse those words.

"We're not a couple, we're nothing. In your mind, just think that I hate him."

"There's a thin line between love and hate, Lilith."

I furrow my eyebrows once I grab a dirty towel from the floor. "What did you do? Swallowed fucking cupid?"

"I'm just a fan of love." He says softly as a little innocent smile escapes his lips.

Yeah, Colin, don't do that. You're everything but innocent.

"Pretty good joke." I add sarcastically while I walk towards the bathrooms.

"Oh— I've never said it was because of me, I love love when it comes to other people. And you, my friend, just been hit by cupid."

"And you, my friend, better shut the fuck up or I'm gonna steal cupid's arrow and shove it up your ass."

"Ouch." Colin says and that's the last thing I hear from him since I walk into the bathroom.

I feel bad for talking to him like that but, at this point, I don't care and brush it away immediately. I want to do my job silently and not get bothered by anyone.

Walking towards the toilets another towel is laying on the floor. Annoyingly, I walk towards it and grab it. As soon as I turn around the door that I opened to get inside, is now closed making me hit it with my chest.

"Fuck—." I complain touching my chest in pain. "These people make so much money to buy an expensive car but can't use it to make this doors stay in place?!" After saying those words I let out a long breath out. I'm getting into a place inside I know it's gonna make me come out even more annoyed than before, and work isn't a good place to have it.

Except if you're in retail, I will never say that it is wrong to go at it with rude costumers.

I want to relax myself when I touch the door to open it the sound of someone walking inside the bathroom stops me. I want to check if they aren't getting naked or anything of the sort, save me from seeing something unwanted, I take breath in to yell that I'm in here too, but as soon as I see an arm with a snake tattoo appearing on the tiny empty line between the door and the wall that allows me to see the outside, I close my mouth cursing the moment I decided to came into the bathroom.

Lucifer opens the water and I can hear him cleaning his face. I don't want to see or talk to him, so making the decision to stay there until he leaves, I sit down in the toilet and place my legs in front of my chest, wrapping them with my arms making it impossible for him to see me.

I feel like an idiot, but I know that if I go out there, there's a slight chance of him talking to me about the project and to be honest, I don't have the energy to do it today and explaining to him why, is going to lead to another fight.

"Donovan," coach Covaliov says as soon as I hear the door of the bathroom opening "just the guy I was looking for."

Great, awesome, fantastic, the most wonderful thing that can happen to me! These two are gonna talk here and it's going to take more time.

Fuck—!

Thankfully, the bathroom doesn't smell bad. Otherwise, this experience would've been even more horrible.

"Coach?"

"I wanted to ask you something." The steps of Covaliov become more loud as he's getting closer to Lucifer, who's just outside my door. "I saw you and the new girl... Avery, talking just before you two walked into the gym—" I hear my name coming from his mouth and suddenly, I'm very interested in their conversation. "Is anything happening between you two?"

What did he say?

"No." Lucifer quickly replies. "We were talking about some project that we have together."

"Is that it?" I can tell that Covaliov doesn't sound very convinced, even if Lucifer is telling nothing but the truth.

"Yeah— why?"

Covaliov doesn't answer immediately, his silence feels like it's going to consume my curiosity and break it before I can leave this bathroom. Talk, damn it! "I noticed something." Finally, he lets out. Thank you.

"Something? What?" Good question, Lucifer. But just like before, Covaliov doesn't answer. And this time after a couple of seconds he doesn't add anything, instead, he stays silent making me believe that something else is going on between them. A conversation with just their eyes.

"Why don't you tell the others about her too? I'm not the only one who talks to her, specially Colin, he seems to not be able to spend a day without talking to her." I was right, something did happened for him to say that out of the blue.

But why does Covaliov doesn't want them talking to me? Does it have to do with his rules?

"But they're not as involved as you are, Lucifer."

Involved in what? The illegal boxing?

"It can happen to any of us. There's no actual proof is just me. Besides, nothing has happened in years. Not since he left."

Proof? He? What are they talking about?

My head is going to explode.

"Nothing happened? What about Damian showing up to your and Colin's apartment?"

"That was nothing, c'mon, you know Damian just likes to play games with us. With all of us."

"We can't let our guard down, Lucifer... You where there when it was happening, do you remember? You know the signs—"

"It's not the same—" Lucifer quickly cuts him off. He sounds angry while strongly disagreeing with his coach. "I remember like it happened yesterday, I remember it every day. It's not the same."

Silence surrounds the room immediately. I want to see what they're doing, so, slightly I move my head to the side and rest on the wall where my eyes can see through the free space. Lucifer's hands rest on the marble right by the sink, he seems frustrated and annoyed. I want to know more but at the same time, I know that I shouldn't be here. Even if today I talked to Ada about how we need to figure out more, I have a nod on my chest telling me that it's bad news hearing this, still, when Covaliov speaks again, my ears are all in. "Have you told Avery about what happened?"

"Coach, you know I don't talk about it. Just like you."

Are they talking about the same thing he told me he can't talk about?

"She can't know." Covaliov replies, firmly.

"I know that." Lucifer doesn't even hesitate on agreeing. He says it so fast, that I notice a single wave of annoyance in his voice.

"We can't risk it. I know it's hard but we're trying to stop it—"

"And when's that gonna happen, huh?" Lucifer spits out with anger, facing Covaliov. "I've been trying to stop for a year now, I want to graduate."

"I told you that you can't until we've stopped this. This, the team and the people above you are the only thing protecting you."

"You've been after this guy since I joined you when I was sixteen." His tone is a mix of anger and frustration, sending a bit of tightness to my chest.

He started to fight when he was sixteen?

"We have to be careful, Lucifer. You know that. If we make a wrong move there's a chance of all of us going down deep shit, it has to be just them." Covaliov lets out between teeth, he is clearly annoyed and angry at the situation, just like Lucifer. "I just don't want the story to repeat itself, I failed once and I'm not gonna fail again." Every word that he lets out makes me even more confused on the whole conversation. My brain hurts at the thought of putting everything together. "I know that you don't want to believe in this but—"

"Is not that I don't want to believe in it, is the fact that is not happening!"

"Maybe you don't want to see it again, Lucifer! Think about it! If you're in denial the one that's gonna end up hurt is you and who knows how many people!"

"Nothing's happening!"

"Do you want to bring her down with you!?"

Her?

"I won't." Lucifer says firmly, taking his tone down, even more serious than before. "Because it's not gonna happen. Not with me."

"Is better that she's away from this. From you." 

Are they still talking about me? No, wait, they can't be. 

"You being alone makes you a more difficult target, remember?"

Lucifer doesn't reply immediately. He lets out a long breath out, he seems tired and for the way that his body language changed completely: he's looking down while slowly shaking his head, I can tell Covaliov's words affected him.

"Right." Lucifer says softly going back to see Covaliov. "Alone."

My breath cuts short for a moment. His words are running through my mind like a roller coaster, fast and not making me able to process anything that is happening by my surroundings.

"Good." Covaliov continues. "So, are you gonna continue with this as a secret so she's safe?" Lucifer's head slightly moves, and I assume he nodded since Covaliov touches his back and lets out a tiny smile. "That's my boy."

Covaliov walks away leaving Lucifer behind, he doesn't seem to have the intention to follow him so I stay put without moving a finger.

I have so many questions in my head that I need to write them down not wanting to forget; my phone is the perfect place for it. I reach my back pocket when a noise hits my ears.

"Believe me coach," Lucifer says softly "I will. I don't give a fuck about most people, but her..."

Forget about those questions— what the fuck did he just say?

My heart immediately speeds faster and my stomach turns at his words going around and around in my head.

I— what? Is the her still me?! No, that can't be me. It has to be someone else. Why would he say that about me?! We met a week ago! This isn't real I— Oh my God. No, it has to be another person. Another girl, I— why did my stomach just turned when I said that?!

AM I HAVING A CRISIS BECAUSE OF THIS?

Apparently!

Closing my eyes to calm my self down I hear Lucifer finally walking away and leaving the bathroom. I don't even hesitate on following him to leave everything that's in my head behind, but unfortunately for me, the second that I walk out the door all of those questions and his words don't leave my brain.

What happened years ago? Who left? What secret? HER?

And what does Damian have to do with all of this?

It comes pretty easily for me to just forget about things and move on, that's what I always do and got used to it, but this— how the fuck am I supposed to forget about this?

Maybe not seeing Lucifer ever again.

"Wow, I didn't know that I girl who had two hours of sleep could walk that fast." Lucifer says.

I accidentally hit his body with mine and my eyes go directly to his naked body, but even worst, when I reach to the start of his towel I notice that it almost fell when I hit him.

"Fuck—!" I immediately close my eyes. "Sorry."

"Where did you come from?" He asks and my heart immediately starts to speed. 

What the fuck do I say now?

"See, now, when a man and a woman love each other very much—"

He lets out a tiny laugh. "Maybe speed time a little bit."

"The bathroom—" I point somewhere, since I have my eyes close, I don't know if I pointed right or towards a completely different place. "I just walked in but I forgot something so I'm gonna get it." I finish. Trying to not seem like I was there when he was, I quickly add: "I was in there for like a second." Yeah, that sounds believable, Lilith, good job.

"I already fixed my towel, you can open your eyes." Lucifer says with a little bit of jokiness in his voice.

"What if I don't want to?" I add, shrugging my shoulders.

"Then you'll hit something."

"I'm willing to take that risk. I told you before, I like being stupid."

At this point all I want to do is get out of this situation but Lucifer doesn't seem to want to. I don't hear him move out of the way or even say something annoying for me to get angry at him and then make that into an excuse for me to leave— "What? It's not like you're gonna see something that you haven't seen before."

Oh, there it is.

"Huh... yeah." 

What? Lilith? C'mon! That was my chance! My tongue gets tied up and I can't come up with anything else.

This is a complete disaster. 

"What? No comeback? No hitting me? Did you hit your head or something?" Even Lucifer knows that is strange for me, fuck! "Your need of sleeping is really messing with your head."

"You're right. So maybe I should go." I quickly nod giving him a thumbs up, still with my eyes closed. I take a step closer to the door, but then, I feel his hands grabbing my shoulders stopping me and then proceeding to slightly shake me.

"You're telling me I'm right? Are you alright?!"

"Lucifer— stop! Why wouldn't I be alright? I really need to go—!" I grab his hands and push them away with the intention to walk away, but, once again he gently grabs my arm and stops me.

"Wait—"

"What, Lucifer?"

He lets out a chuckle. "You're still not going to open your eyes?"

"Nope. So you better drop it." I point at him, or where I think he is.

He lets out a tiny laugh. "Maybe we should hang out tonight, after work?"

What— what did he say?

"Excuse me?"

"To do the project?"

RIGHT!

"Oh! The project! Of course, what else?" I let out a laugh, but it isn't because I found something funny, more to hide the strange and embarrassing idea that went through my mind.

"So, can you?"

I really don't want to, 'no' would be the perfect answer— "It's gonna be hard for me to do any other day in person, I have a lot of stuff to do." Lucifer already cuts my thought short. "So today is the only day I have free time to relax and really prepare what we're going to do."

Fuck.

"Sure, why not?" I reply with a smile, even if on the inside I'm slapping my forehead.

But, on one hand, maybe we can do a coffee place or something— more crowded and less for me to think of what just happened.

"Cool, my apartment."

I— is he reading my thoughts today?

I open my eyes with speed once I hear his words to stare at him and say something of the contrary, but he's not longer facing me. Instead, I find his wide back and his big angel tattoo walking away.

"Your apartment?!" I yell to him and he turns around to face me, with a grin.

"Wait for me when you're done." He winks at me. Letting out a sigh when he turns around again, he leaves me alone like I wanted in the first place.

I can just feel it: it's going it be a long night.

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