A Taste of Spring

Chapter 9

Spring avoided looking at anything in particular as she headed for the only other door in the entire loft.

She immediately closed and locked the bathroom door then fell against it and sighed. "What the hell, Spring? Can you at least not act like a judgmental freak?" she whispered to herself.

Spring pushed off the door and focused on her image in the mirror. She stared at herself for a few seconds then closed her eyes. "He's nice. He's smart. And you don't have to make him like you." Spring opened her eyes and kept talking to her reflection. "But you want him to, for reasons you don't even know right now."

Spring quickly made use of the bathroom then found her way back to the dining table. Again, she avoided looking at the details of his bedroom. The dining table was now clean, with a gray and white vase in the center, almost the exact place it sat before Dez moved it for them to eat.

(How long was I in the bathroom?)

As Spring mentally added up the time she was gone, the tune of her favorite childhood game sounded through the open room like a nostalgic musical lure. It called to her, pulling her toward the arcade game and...Dez.

Who could forget Dez? He stood in front of the monster of a machine as if he were an old school gamer like her uncle Rio. The memories of Rio and how he loved everything to do with gaming flowed over Spring like a warm blanket that held the scent of familiarity. Rio grew up in a time when arcade games were new and popular. He mastered most of the games he took an interest in. So, when he needed to find common ground with two little girls who needed a positive male role model, Uncle Rio used games to bridge that gap.

her a wicked challenge-laced smile,

and her all-time favorite game in the world, she didn't offer him a warning. She didn't throw out threats. Her uncle taught her early on that when a boaster lost, the impact was bigger. She didn't plan to lose, but when she played, she played with quiet

asked as Spring got reacquainted with the controls.

she rolled her

you, getting

as she pressed the start button. I can show you better than I

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DEZMOND

beat me four

news station as he glanced over at Anna as she slowly made her way over to him. Her beautiful face had a worried looked as she inched

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