When Lily's university financial scholarship is revoked she explores a new avenue for income.
A mutual friend introduces her to a darker underbelly line of work with a handsomely dangerous boss, mysteriously named Seven.
Lily's world, with the hel...
"Of course I would. Why wouldn't I?" He should know I'd take any opportunity to spend time with him, especially being this alone.
"I don't know." He shrugs awkwardly.
"We hadn't talked too much since I left for this job. I was thinking maybe ... never mind." Seven shakes his head.
"Tell me." I lean forward and rest my elbow on the table and my chin in my palm.
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"Don't worry. But I'm glad you're here." He gives me a small smile. I'm disappointed he won't tell me what he's thinking. I stare at him for a moment, his tired eyes trailing over the water. The dark circles under his eyes make my heart sink, the fact he's been having nightmares about me is awful. I don't know why but I feel incredibly guilty about them, especially when he was so far away that I couldn't hold him and console him properly.
"Did you want to maybe take a nap?" I ask and he looks at me.
"What?" He quirks an eyebrow at me.
"A nap. We could go lay over there for a bit. You look tire, babe." The pet name slips from my lips before I even think about it causing Seven's lips to turn up at the sides. I can feel the pink already on my cheeks.
"I'm good for now. But maybe later, babe." He answers and I roll my eyes playfully at the use of the word. I love when he says it, it's rare but it sounds so nice coming from his mouth. Yet I sound ridiculous saying it.
Seven's phone vibrates on the table and his attention goes to checking the notification.
"How did your job go?" I ask him as his thumbs tap away on his phone. Seven looks up at me swiftly from his phone.
"Good. Why?" He answers quickly. A little too quickly.
"No reason, I was just asking." I shrug. Seven hums a reply before turning his attention back to his phone. The conversation drops between us with his focus now on his phone and I look around at the ocean view from the boat. It's a beautiful view out here, looking back at the mainland. It's weird seeing the city from this perspective, knowing the hundreds of thousands of people mulling about their normal life.
"Did you want to swim?" I ask him after an extended time of silence between us.
"We haven't even anchored yet." Seven replies without looking up from his phone. I'm growing a little annoyed by his lack of attention, and try once again for conversation.
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