“Would I be standing in front of your door, if it wasn’t?” I respond with a question, crossing my arms against my chest. He’s really gnawing at the last bits of my nerves that I have left for this situation.
He stares at me for a few moments, before his eyes widen in realization. “Oh. Right. Come in. Just … Give me five minutes. I’ll give you something to work with in the meantime,” he starts talking as he finally wakes up, walking towards the couch. This is where he slept?
I remind myself that he had to sleep here quite a lot of times, when I was still with Jake. I press my lips together at reminder of that, then try to ignore Marcus’s flexing back muscles as he bends to pick up a piece of paper. Ugh. Breathe in, breathe out.
I force myself to tear my gaze away from him and head to the
