The next morning, I had my Spotify playlist on full volume. My aim was to disrupt whatever was going on next door, with Gideon's little fling. I wondered if the man ate my cookies too.
Bastard.
I hadn't even thought to take some for myself before I dumped the whole jar in his hands.
This is beyond ridiculous! I mean, I had a date tonight myself! The truth was, I was practically forcing myself to go on that date. I had no feelings whatsoever for Jonathan.
An abrupt knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. Not expecting anyone this early, I was still in my pajamas. My bed hair looked like a whirlwind had wrecked it and there were streaks of dried drool on my cheeks.
Gideon didn't look any better when I opened the door, which was usual considering he must have had a blissful yet tedious
