10
Cady
I’m coming over now.
That is all the warning I received, about five minutes before Jett showed up at my doorstep. I put down the pen I was using to correct a brief, a tiny bit surprised. After he left last time, after I shot down his idea of going out, I was worried that he would take it wrong.
It just seemed to me that getting involved as more than f**k buddies is… well, problematic. Because I can’t look at him and not go all googly-eyed inside, not when he gives me that lopsided smile of his.
And as I have previously reminded myself, he is not boyfriend material. Besides, I don’t even want a man.
…right?
No, I don’t, I tell myself.
He startles me from my thoughts by buzzing the door downstairs. s**t!
I rush to the door, casting a disapproving eye at my clothes; he didn’t
