The Anatomy of Jane
“I’ve seen ugly people. I’ve seen pretty people who think they aren’t ugly. Jane Chapman, you are breathtakingly beautiful.”
“You can’t like two people equally,” she whispered as I leaned into her.
“Watch me.” I wanted to kiss her lips, and I was sure she wanted me to, but instead I kissed her forehead.
“Door open,” said the automated door, and we both turned and watched as Maxwell came inside. His blue eyes looked between the both of us.
In a flash, she was on her feet, giving him a quick ‘hi’ before running up the stairs and back into her room.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as he walked into the kitchen. “I think she just might like you more than she likes me.”
Handing him my wine, I leaned against the island and stared up at Jane’s closed door. “If she likes me, she has to like you, because you’re part of me.”
“How is it so easy for you to say stuff like that?” he asked, downing the remaining wine.
“That’s just how it is,” I replied. “That’s just who I am.”