The Heartbroken - S01 E57

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The Heartbroken - S01 E57

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 57

“Want to take a bath

together?” he asked,

quickly followed by a

mischievous grin. “You

could scrub my back and

—”

Groaning, I threw my

hands up in the air and

made an exit, leaving

him (still eating!) in the

dining room, his laughter

following me until I

reached the living room,

almost mocking.

God, this was going to

be a loooong day. Oh,

wait, scratch that—

three days. I’ll be

staying here with him

for three days.

Gee, could things get

any better?

—

The bush we’d chosen

to hide in was

surprisingly itchy, which

was something I never

would have known had

it not been for this

particular reason. I hung

my head low, crouching

so I could stay hidden

and can still watch the

house carefully.

“Remind me,” Seth said

from beside me,

vigorously scratching his

right arm. “Why are we

spying on your own

house like thieves?”

“Because I need to grab

my stuff,” I answered.

“I can’t let you buy me

some underwear again.

God, that was

humiliating.”

“Buying underwear is a

normal thing,” he

replied.

“A guy buying women’s

underwear is by no

means normal,” I

snapped, making him

roll his eyes and

grumble under his

breath.

“It’s better than

developing an allergic

reaction to this f-----g

bush. Seriously, are you

sure this isn’t poison ivy

or something?”

I shrugged. “It could

be.”

He gave me a horrified

look, opening his mouth

as if to say something,

but stopped when

movement from the

house startled the both

of us, ducking low

behind the bush so as

not to be seen.

Carefully, I peeked and

watched the door start

to open, Mom emerging

from inside, already

dressed for work. Right

on time, I thought,

glancing down at my

wristwatch. Just as I’d

expected.

But something I never

would have expected

was a guy walking out

of the house as well,

closing the door behind

him, talking to my

mother. Both of them

had worried looks on

their faces, mouth set

in a grim line and brows

furrowed in concern.

The guy, particularly,

seemed to have an

expression that was

lost between assurance

and worry, probably

trying to convince my

mother not to worry

about me.

The guy was Cedric.