He gave me the best thing anyone ever could have.
Actually, no one ever has before.
Lucas always hated my reading. Well, hate is a strong word. He used to… dislike it slightly and never took much interest in it. He was a sporty guy all around. He wasn’t into books, which is fine. But he’d hate it when I got so engrossed in a book that I wouldn’t pay attention to him.
So I wouldn’t read much around him or talk about reading.
Plus the fact that I was going to go to NYU for literature and creative writing. That sort of put us on shaky ground as well.
But anyway.
Bossman
I did.
I blink at his reply.
Servant Girl
You did what?
Bossman
Know.
I stare at his message for a few seconds. Until it clicks.
Until I understand what he means and then I can’t type fast enough.
Servant Girl
You knew that I read on my phone?
Bossman
Yes.
Wasn’t hard to guess. Since you read all the time.
I put my phone down for a second.
And breathe.
I simply breathe. And stare out of my window.
The drapes are closed so it’s not as if I’m seeing anything. But if they weren’t, I would.
Look directly at his window.
Across the green grounds of Davidson Manor.
That’s where his bedroom is.
Not that he’s here. On the property. But still.
Then I pick it back up and type again.
Servant Girl