♥ Aiden ♥
The email sat open on Jessica’s laptop, but tonight it was not the subject line that had her staring at the screen. It was the number in the corner.
4 732 words.
“Almost there,” I said from the couch. “Final stretch,” Jessica sat at the roll top desk, her shoulders tight, and her hair pulled up. The yellow lamp cast a circle over the keyboard. Outside, the balcony glass showed her reflection, hunched forward, fingers hovering.
“Almost there is not there,” she muttered. “The ending still sucks,” I pretended to go back to my notebook, but I watched her instead. Her leg bounced. She chewed her lip. Every few seconds, her hands lifted away from the keys like they had burned her.
“I loved you more when you were just doing sponsored coffee reels,” I said lightly. “You didn’t try t
