A homeless thief breaks into a house that has nothing worth stealing - except for the heart of a lonely man who is obsessed with time.
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Blake has been living on the streets for...
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-Blake-
"Finally," I sighed, dropping the last piece of paper in one of the boxes on my left. I had finally gone through all the papers Mrs. Simmons had given me!
During the past few days I had been distracted by Jordan, my boyfriend, so it had taken me longer than I thought to go through everything, but it was finally done! I still had to organize them and put them in their own binders, and it was a tremendous task since there was like three years' worth of it. But it was getting late, seven o'clock to be precise, and I had another job to do.
Well, spending time with Jordan wasn't a job, it was a privilege.
"I made it," I sang when I peered into Jordan's living room. "I told you I can get it done before seven!"
"Congratulations," Jordan chuckled.
He was sitting on his big couch. He had a magazine lying next to him, but it looked deserted and forgotten. He was wearing a pair of gray college pants and a simple, black T-shirt, but to me, he looked like he was wearing designer clothes. He looked drop-dead-gorgeous in any clothes.
He was playing with the tip of his long braid, and he seemed nervous, making me feel a bit worried.
"Are you all right?" I asked, even though I knew he hated that question.
"I'm fine," Jordan muttered. "You are too early..."
"Only for two minutes," I said cheerily after checking the time from one of Jordan's numerous clocks.
"You say it like it's not a big deal," Jordan muttered.
"It's not..." I said before I could stop myself.
Jordan gritted his teeth together and looked away. I knew I had offended him without meaning to.
"This isn't the first time I'm too early or too late. Besides, I'm sitting right outside your room all day anyway," I said carefully.
"You don't get it how hard it is for me when you don't follow my schedule," Jordan said with a hint of anger in his voice. "You are distracting me, and I'm struggling to keep myself together every minute of the day. Don't you dare say it's just a few minutes, because to me it's not that simple!"
I felt bad when Jordan spoke like that. I had tried my hardest not to make any mistakes and make sure Jordan was feeling comfortable enough, but apparently, I was doing a lousy job.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I – I can stay away if you want... And I can try to be more punctual if it helps."
Jordan shook his head and wrung his hands together.
"I thought I can do this, but I can't," he said, and my heart felt suddenly heavier. "Close the door."
