The old, ratty couch had been there when he bought the place. It was more comfortable than it looked. His thoughts turned toward October. Her look had disturbed him. Deep down he knew she saw him as a monster. The numbers on the computer screen blurred while he thought about her. Each night he imagined going back to Elliot’s to see her. Eventually he always talked himself out of it. He ran his fingers through his hair and tugged on the strands. I have to get her out of my head.“Dude, when are you coming back to the house? We have to discuss what we’re going to do with October,” Elliot said from the doorway.“I don’t think it’s a good idea that I come back.”“Stop being a chicken, and get your ass back home. You don’t want to deal with being attracted to her. Honestly, I can’t be alone with her anymore in the house.”Mika saw the color in his cheeks. Did I hear him right? “What’s the matter? She getting under your skin?”Elliot balked. “Of course not. Being alone in the house with her is daunting.
