My Perfect Ex-Boyfriend by Annabelle Costa

Author:Annabelle Costa [Costa, Annabelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rose Bud Press
Published: 2018-07-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

PRESENT DAY

It’s hard to sleep.

After getting back to the cabin, Noah immediately left to go out on his boat, and he didn’t offer to take the two of us with him. Gwen and my father bring back some steaks from town, which Gwen attempts to cook on the grill. Noah comes back soon after they’ve charred two of the steaks into hockey pucks, and saves the rest of them from suffering similar fates.

He doesn’t say one word to me through the whole meal.

I thought that I’d drop off right to sleep after all the fresh air and food and no TV to keep me awake. But instead, I’m now lying in bed, staring at the cracks on the ceiling. They’re not even interesting cracks. They don’t look like faces or horses and airplanes. They just look like cracks.

Part of the problem is that Lily is in bed next to me, tossing and turning in her sleep. She’s already started to rotate—she’s currently about thirty degrees counter-clockwise. Soon her feet will be in prime position to kick me in the gut.

Ugh, I’m never going to fall asleep.

I struggle to sit up in bed. I rub my eyes, wondering if I should read in bed or surf the web on my phone with the sparse signal we get out here. Or maybe I’ll steal some food from the fridge. It’s such a luxury to be in a house where there’s something in the fridge besides ketchup and a carton of milk.

I stumble into the hallway, which is very dark. After living in an urban area, it’s strange to see how dark it is out in the country. It’s practically black outside my room until I get out to the kitchen, where I notice someone has turned on the dim light over the oven. It turns out I have company in my late-night kitchen raid.

Noah is here.

Great.

Except now he’s sitting in that same wheelchair I saw in the bathroom. He’s wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts, and I can see the tips of his stumps poking out from the ends of the shorts. I thought he used his prosthetics all the time so I’m surprised to see him using the wheelchair around the house.

“Um, hi,” I say.

Noah’s eyes widen at the sight of me. That’s when I look down and notice I forgot to put my own shorts on—I’m wearing a tiny tank top and my bikini-cut panties. Well, at least I don’t have a thong on.

“Oh,” I murmur. “Shit, let me… cover up.”

“Don’t bother,” he says before I can run off. “It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”

I shoot him a dirty look, then race back to my bedroom to grab my shorts. Maybe he’s seen it all before, but he saw a younger, tighter version of it. Once I’m in the bedroom, I consider not coming out again, but I figure that will just give Noah more ammunition to hate me.

When I get back in the kitchen, Noah is fiddling around with his phone at the table.

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