Page 55 of Come Back to Me

If there’s one thing about Violet, it’s that she looks effortlessly beautiful in everything. I remember how I always used to tell her she never needed to wear makeup because she was naturally beautiful.

She’s more stunning than I remember. It’s confusing as hell because part of me is still angry at her for what she did. At the same time, there’s another part of me that missed her so much.

I just hope I have the chance of finding out the truth about what happened from her.

“What are you doing?” Violet asks, her lips flattening into a straight line.

“Oh, nothing.”

“You’re staring.” A smile slowly spreads across her pink lips.

Shit, she caught me. Not like you were being sneaky about it, man. Um, hello, say something. Don’t just fucking stand there, you idiot.

Blinking my eyes rapidly, I decide to change the subject. “Um…can you get a cutting board from the cabinet next to the fridge?”

“Yeah, are they in the bottom one?”

I nod, licking my lips.

She walks over to the bottom cabinet, which happens to be right in my view. After she gets out a medium-sized cutting board, she sets it onto the counter next to the sink. “What’s next?”

“Can you go into the cabinet next to the fridge? The one on the top. There should be a bunch of small glass bowls. We just need one.”

“Got it,Captain.”

Oh, fuck.

“What did you just call me?”

“Captain.” She stares at me, trying to figure out why I’m so caught off guard by the nickname. “You know because you’re captain of the basketball team.” She hits me in the arm. “I don’t know what the hell happened to you. You used to be fun.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know, I’m a blast. Noah and Xander can back me up on that.”

“Oh, really?” She furrows one eyebrow as the other one raises up.

“Want to make a bet, Prescott?”

She tilts her head on a slight angle, pursing her lips a little. “What do you have in mind, Becker?”

You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now.

I’m being hypnotized by her eyes and lips, just like I used to be.

Snap out of it, bro. Remember what she did to you.

“If I win, you have to play a game of basketball with me.”

“You know I suck at basketball, right?”

“I don’t make the rules. I just follow them.”

She scoffs. “When have you ever followed the rules?”

“I’ve changed a lot since the last time you saw me.” I breathe out my nose.

“Right, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Well, I told you what I would get if I win. What about you?”