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Released year Age rating Parental guidance Duration 1 h 49 min. You make me kind of nervous. His eyes narrow as his hand moves to the underneath of my foot. He slowly traces his fingers from the tops of my toes, down to my heel.

Ryle and I both look at the doorway and Allysa is standing there, wide-eyed. Her mouth is open as she points down at Ryle. Ryle pulls his bottom lip in and chews on it for a second. Ryle shrugs. Lots of people want to fuck me. He and Marshall help me to my feet. Marshall is more or less just standing next to me for support. Maybe even a week or more, depending on how it heals. He carefully begins to wrap my ankle. Allysa is standing behind him, watching him wrap it.

Marshall grabs her hand. Hired her a couple of hours ago. Then it hits me that he might think I hired her as a way to get closer to him. I swear. We want two different things from life, remember? A languid smile stretches across his mouth.

He has to stop saying things like that. I press my palms into the table and pull my leg down. His proximity makes it hard to pay attention to words that come out of his mouth.

By the time Allysa and Marshall make it to us, Ryle is busy restacking all the crates that fell. Allysa looks down at my ankle. I push my bottom lip out. I can work and do what I can to clean up while you rest.

Not the same. I hop down and test my foot. He seems almost scared to touch me now for some reason. She takes my phone out and begins programming her number into it.

Baths help, too. Maybe you should drive her home and take a cab back to the apartment, just to be safe. Ryle shakes his head and then pats the roof of the car as he turns and walks away. And call me if you need anything. They begin walking down the street and I watch them in my rearview mirror. As they turn the corner, I see Ryle glance over his shoulder and look back in my direction.

I close my eyes and exhale. But somehow, him being present made them feel like less of the disasters they were. Chapter Four It takes me half an hour to make it from my car to my apartment. I slam our front door behind me and she glances up.

I use the wall for support as I hop toward the hallway. I was gonna call you back! I swallow two of them and then fall onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling. I grab my phone and text my mother. Sprained my ankle. I think I like her more now that my father has passed away. Even though a lot of that resentment has faded when it comes to my mother, I still have the same feelings when I think of my father. But dammit, he was awful.

To my mother, to me, to Atlas. I hop pathetically to my closet, only tripping once. Luckily, I catch myself on my dresser. Once I have the journal in hand, I hop back to the bed and get comfortable. The vacuuming skit made me piss my pants. Oh, and I recruited a new Ellen follower today in Atlas. Before you start judging me for allowing him inside my house again, let me explain how that came about. But this morning, he sat by me on the bus again. He seemed a little happier than the day before, because he slid into the seat and actually smiled at me.

But the pants fit him a lot better than I thought they were going to. He leaned forward and unzipped his backpack. I finally looked down at the bag and opened it. It looked like a bunch of old gardening tools. I was kind of in shock. I used to have a trowel, but the plastic broke off the handle and it started giving me blisters. I wanted to give you something. You know. He wrapped his arms around his backpack.

Especially seniors. Being as though I have no electricity. We spent the rest of the bus ride talking about you, Ellen. When he made that comment about being bored, I asked him if he ever watched your show. I told him he could watch your show with me after school. Katie would have a field day with that one, so I just let her stay in my seat. Atlas was at the front of the bus, so he got off before I did.

He just kind of awkwardly stood there at the bus stop and waited for me to get off. When I did, he opened his backpack and handed me the bag of tools.

He followed me inside and I locked the dead bolt. I asked him if he wanted anything to drink and he said sure. I made us a snack and brought our drinks to the living room. But I did notice he laughed at all the right times. Every time he laughed at your jokes, it made me feel better about sneaking him into my house. He left right after your show was over. I wanted to ask him if he needed to use our shower again, but that would have cut it real close to time for my parents getting home.

A full week of reruns? I get that you need time off, but let me make a suggestion. Instead of recording one show a day, you should record two. That might seem a little too fan-girl. But honestly, I love it. He keeps my mind off things and I actually look forward to spending time with him after school every day.

Dad got home late tonight, which means he went to the bar after work. I swear, sometimes I get so mad at her for staying with him. That would be better than this. I can hear him yelling at her right now.

Maybe I should go try that. As soon as I walked into the living room, I saw him push her down. He muttered something under his breath to her and then walked to their bedroom and slammed the door. I rushed to the kitchen and tried to help her, but she never wants me to see her like this. When I walked closer to her, wanting to make sure she was okay, she turned her back to me and gripped the counter. Go back to your room. I ran straight out the back door and across the backyard.

I was so mad at her for being short with me. I could hear him moving inside, like he accidentally knocked something over. A few seconds later the back door opened and he looked behind me, then to the left and right of me. I used my shirt to wipe away my tears, and noticed he came outside instead of inviting me in.

I sat down on the porch step and he sat down next to me. Sometimes I cry when I get mad. Then he put his arm around me and pulled me to him so that my head was resting on his shoulder. Completely opposite of my father. We sat like that for a while, until I saw my bedroom light turn on. We could both see my mom standing in my bedroom looking for me. As I walked back home, I tried to think about the entire time Atlas has been in that house.

Reading about the things my dad used to do to my mom kind of puts me in a bad mood. Reading about Atlas kind of puts me in a sad mood. I try to fall asleep and think about Ryle, but the whole situation with him kind of makes me mad and sad.

I could use a friend—not to mention help—during these next few months. Chapter Five Ryle was correct. It only took a few days for my ankle to feel good enough that I could walk on it again.

I waited a full week before attempting to leave my apartment, though. The last thing I need is to reinjure it. Of course the first place I went was to my floral shop. Allysa was there when I arrived today, and to say I was shocked when I walked through the front doors is an understatement. It looked like a totally different building than the one I bought. Everything else had been organized into piles.

She even had the area where I plan to put an office cleaned out. It felt good to be back. I walk to the door and check the peephole before opening it. What is he doing here?

I open the door and his immediate reaction confuses me. But now that he mentions it—how in the hell does he know where I live? Holy hell. So much better than the onesie and way better than the Burberry.

And for the record, I almost started with the third floor. I would have been here an hour ago if I went with my gut instinct. If you tell me what you want. He glances around, wearing his stupid hot scrubs, and puts his hands on his hips as he faces me. I have to be focused. At work, at home.

I inhale a calming breath. Are you kidding me right now? I open the door and motion for him to walk out. His eyes fall to my foot. I was able to help Allysa at the store for the first time today. But as soon as he reaches me, he spins toward me and slaps his palms against the door on either side of my head. I gasp at both his proximity and his persistence. I shake my head, even though my body is starting to trade sides and beg my mind to cave to him. He pushes off the door and stands up straight.

He half-turns, heading for the hallway, but then suddenly drops to his knees in front of me. He wraps his arms around my waist. I promise. Especially when he has this suggestive smile on his face. If you give me a little while to shower first, I might feel sexy enough to have sex with you. Take all the time you need. He follows me to the bedroom and I tell him to wait on the bed for me. Luckily, I cleaned my bedroom last night.

My bed is even made up, complete with the ugly, quilted throw pillows my grandmother passed down to every person in our family. He takes a seat on my bed and I watch as he scans the room. I stand in the doorway to my bathroom and try to give him one last out. I refuse to become one of the many girls you use to—how did you word it that night? Satisfy your needs? We have nothing to worry about. The scrubs are my weakness.

It has nothing to do with him. I shaved more parts of me than was probably necessary, and then spent a good twenty minutes having a freak-out, and had to talk myself out of opening the door and telling him to leave. I can totally have a one-night stand. Not just a light—oh I just fell asleep—snore.

I drop down onto the bed, not even caring if I wake him. I just spent an entire hour getting ready for him after busting my ass today, and this is how he treats this night? Plus, my bed is really comfortable. I should have warned him about that. I put the phone on silent and then lie down next to him. His phone is on the pillow next to his head, so I grab it and swipe up the camera option. I hold his phone above us and make sure my cleavage looks good and pushed together.

His fingers trail over my shoulder and stop at my collarbone, just before they reach my neck. I have a small tattoo there that I got in college.

I can feel his fingers circle around the tattoo, and then he leans forward and presses his lips against it. I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter. I moan a little, trying to wake up, and then roll onto my back so that I can look up at him. Am I right? He leans forward and presses his lips to my forehead, and I hate that he just did that. You have no idea. Rip the Band-Aid off and let him leave. I wish you all the success in the world. You too, Lily.

I listen as he puts his shoes on and then reaches for his phone. I squeeze my eyes shut until I hear the slam of the front door. My face immediately grows warm, and I refuse to allow myself to mope. I force myself off the bed. I have work to do. Besides, I have my own life goals to worry about now. No time. Busy girl, here. I am a brave and bold businesswoman with zero fucks to give for men in scrubs.

I nod, and she flips the sign to Open and we both hug and squeal like little kids. We rush around the counter and wait for our first customer. I had a dream and I busted my ass to make it come true. Whatever happens after today is just icing on the cake. Besides, Marshall will come in at some point today and my mother will come in after she gets off work. Allysa squeezes my arm when the front door begins to open. I suddenly grow a little panicked, because what if something goes wrong?

And then I do panic, because something just went wrong. Terribly wrong. My very first customer is none other than Ryle Kincaid. He stops when the door closes behind him and he looks around in awe. When he finally does reach us, Allysa runs around the counter and hugs him. She waves her hand in my direction. All of it. I just helped with the dirty work. Her skills were half of what brought this vision to life. He walks to one of the displays and grabs a vase full of purple lilies.

I smile, wondering if he realizes he just picked lilies. Kind of ironic. Hardly ever. I watch his reaction closely. Are you going, Lily? She looks at me and narrows her eyes. Allysa rings up his total and he pays in cash. Of course I know that.

He knows I know that. I almost encourage Allysa to give him a refund, but this is business. I have to leave my wounded pride out of it. Once he has his receipt in hand, he taps his fist on the counter to get my attention. She stares at it for a moment, repeating the phrase. What in the hell does that even mean? I grab the card from her and flip it over. She leans over and reads the back of it with me. Ryle just bought me flowers. Not just any flower.

He bought me a bouquet of lilies. Allysa picks up her phone. He stopped by the floral shop this afternoon and Allysa took to him almost immediately. I smooth my hands over my hair and try to catch a glimpse of my reflection in the elevator walls.

Am I that transparent? And he wants to have sex with me really, really bad. Please have sex with me. I can hear music pouring from down the hallway. Do I need to make this guy jealous? Ryle does make it a point every time he sees me to tell me he hopes he never sees me again.

Damn, your life just keeps getting more and more interesting. She sees me staring at the riding crop with a confused look on my face, so she tosses it over her shoulder and grabs my hand. She continues pulling us through a crowd of people until we reach the other side of the living room. He turns around and smiles at me, then pulls me in for a hug. Maybe I got lucky and he got called in to work tonight.

Good to meet you! Wrong guy, but nice effort. I follow Allysa into the kitchen, where she shoves a glass of champagne in my hand. Marshall had seven bucks and drove a Ford Pinto when I fell in love with him. Devin is cute. I thought I was playing matchmaker when I invited him to the party tonight.

She twirls her way out of the kitchen, giggling the whole time. I think I just met The Beggar. I think The Neurosurgeon has a better ring to it. Rachel is in I think. Zegler is happening I think. I believe she was the youngest winner ever in their category of Best Actress.

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