Meet Me Halfway

Sometimes I wondered if the person who first said money can’t buy happiness ever knew what it was like to be poor.

we’d agreed to no label, no serious commitment. Sure, he’d stared down Michael when the poor man had tried to catch me alone to talk. And sure, I was pretty positive I’d cut the tongue out of any woman who tried to hit on him, but regardless. We definitely weren’t official.

“On a scale of one to ten, how creepy would it sound if I told you I came to watch you work?”
“A solid ten.”
He took a step forward. “What if I said I came to watch you work because I couldn’t stand the thought of going an entire day and night without seeing you?”
Oh God. Oh God, oh God. “That’d drop it to a six or seven, maybe,”