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Falling For Raine (Ch. 8: Erin)

It’s 3 o’clock and I’m sitting at my desk with my head in both hands. I sucked at the meeting and Manny—that is, Mr. Tedros, as I’d better be careful to call him—gave me stink-eye when we broke for lunch. I can’t say I didn’t deserve it. First, we are behind and while that’s mainly due to factors beyond our control, I was so scattered… 

Falling for Raine (Ch. 7: Savannah)

I walk into our apartment after dropping Erin off and grabbing a quick breakfast at my favorite café to find Amie on the couch, looking like something dragged in by a not very picky cat. Her sleek black hair is across her face in a messed-up tangle, she’s wearing her old Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and I think that’s it. The shirt’s long but not… 

Falling For Raine (Ch. 6: Erin)

The sound of a door opening, followed by giggling and a couple of dull thumps, jerks me awake. Great. Savannah’s roommate is back. And she’s not alone. No matter how tired I am, I never sleep deeply in strange surroundings and now my ears are hyper-attuned as I hear footsteps and a muffled whisper. “Careful. Savannah’s sleeping.” “Oops,” a very femme, rather tipsy sounding voice… 

Falling For Raine (Ch. 5: Erin)

Six flights of stairs are a lot. Growing up in Colorado, snowboarding was my winter workout and I mountain biked in summer but since I moved here, it’s had to be the gym and with my job lately, it hasn’t even been that. So I’m not in the shape I’d like to be. After five flights, my thighs are burning and I’m regretting my aversion… 

Falling For Raine (Ch. 4: Savannah)

Tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tappity-tap… TAP. That’s the sound of my index finger against the steering wheel of my jeep. Yeah, I tap my finger like a mad woman when I’m anxious, worried, or angry and right now I’m all three. Worried about what Erin’s gonna walk into. Anxious if I’m doing the right thing. Angry that anyone should be in this… 

Falling For Raine (Ch. 3: Erin)

“Hey? How are you doing? Okay?” I look up. She’s waiting there, Savannah, a worried look still on her face. Her teeth catch the corner of her lips for a moment, drawing my focus there. It’s disconcerting. I hate that I worried her. I also should not be staring at her lips. “Yeah. I’m doing… fine,” I lie. And not well. I have no idea…