14. Maddox
FOURTEEN
MADDOX
“Maddox.” The way she says it makes it sound like she’s tasting it. Like she’s getting a feel for it. And she likes it.
Her palm is so soft and smooth against mine. And it fits perfectly.
“Nice to officially meet you.” I force myself to let go of her knee and pick up one of the sandwiches off the carpet. “Can I offer you a floor sandwich?”
Hannah lets out a small exhale of laughter. “Yes, please.”
I set the clear-wrapped food in her lap, then snag the other two and push up to standing.
I’m a little sore from squats this morning, so I have to shake my legs out as I move back to the chair.
After I drop into my seat, we start unwrapping our meals at the same time.
“We’re not supposed to eat in here,” Hannah says as she holds the ham and cheese a few inches from her lips.
I shove my sandwich into my mouth, taking a large bite. “It’s alright. I know a girl who works here.”
She shakes her head at my dumb joke, but then she takes a bite too.
We each take another before I ask, “So, Hannah, you new here?”