“Can I help with anything?” Jeremy asks as he bounds into the kitchen.
He is clean shaven, washed, and –
“You cut your hair!?” I exclaim.
Jeremy blushes at my words, bringing his hand up to touch his now – short hair. It’s still long enough to be styled, the tips gelled and meshed in different directions. The blonde color of his hair is still gorgeous, but he looks like a completely different person without his long, curly hair. He looks even better than before, as if that were possible. But now he is… Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
“I did,” Jeremy says. “While you were cooking I went to cut it. I wanted to look presentable when your friends came over tonight. Do you like it?”
Jeremy steps over to see his reflection in the refrigerator and rubs the shorter portion of his hair in the back. I notice he has bought new clothes as well. He’s wearing dark faded jeans, a white striped collared shirt, and a navy blue sweater over top of it. He looks like he’s getting ready to shoot for GQ magazine.
Jeremy looks back at me, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “So?” he prompts. “What do you think?”
“It looks good, Jeremy,” I say without much enthusiasm.
I want to say more but I have this gnawing feeling in the back of my head that the dynamic between us is rapidly changing. Instead of a high-class warrior angel babysitting a misbehaving demon, our interaction is becoming…real. Two humans living under one roof - eating, breathing, thinking, and feeling.
And last night - what was all that about? I still haven’t had time to sort it out. What I do know is that every moment I spend with Jeremy is just confusing me more and more. I hate him, and yet I find him irresistibly attractive. I want him to leave me alone, and yet I enjoy being in his company.
Pulling the last tray of rolls from the oven, I set them atop the stove and take off my oven mitts.
“Well, the table is set and dinner is just about ready. I’m going to go up and change. Evan, Connie and Gavin should be here in a minute so will you let them in when they ring the bell?” I ask pulling the apron up and over my head.
Jeremy’s face falls, but whatever he’s thinking he keeps to himself. He nods once.
“Of course, Stella.”
“Oh and Jeremy – please be nice to Evan. Just introduce yourself as my friend who’s crashing at my house for a few days. And don’t be all weird like you were at the grocery store, ok?”
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