~ALICE~
I stare at the message I just sent Camille, my fingers drumming against the armrest of my couch as I wait for her reply. The moment the words left his mouth, I knew they would haunt me. Just let me like you without expectations.
What the hell does that even mean?
I've always been a die-hard fan of Lester, but that's only because I love his books. Don't get me wrong—the man is hot as hell, exactly my type—but he's a hopeless romantic. My exact opposite.
Ever since he confessed that he likes me and all that, he hasn't really pushed me or anything like that. Just like he promised. He still flirts, though, but not too much.
I had thought he'd eventually let go of whatever feelings he has when I didn't return them. But yesterday, after working together, he said those words again. My heart almost pounded out of my chest when he leaned so close to me and whispered them. He doesn't want sex or any friends-with-benefits situation.