"So, where's the disaster? You said you were on the floor."
"I got up," I mumbled, moving aside to let her in. My whole body ached, and I was suddenly very aware of how messy my apartment probably was.
She stepped inside, her eyes scanning everything. The small entryway, the single couch, the neatly lined-up grocery bags against the wall. She closed the door behind her.
"You cleaned up," she said. It sounded like an accusation. "I told you not to."
"It wasn't a big deal."
"Liar." She took off her light jacket and tossed it onto the back of my desk chair.
And then my brain just… stopped.
I'd only ever seen her in her school uniform. Under the jacket, she was just wearing a plain gray t-shirt and a pair of shorts. That was it. But it was… a lot. My eyes kind of went wide and I had to force myself to look away before I got caught staring. I stared at the wall instead. The wall was safe.
