Chapter 63

You tapped your fingers rapidly on your desk, breathing out a rhythmless pattern through your pursed lips.

You were nervous. Which was a little absurd when you tried to look at things from a bird’s eye view. Everything that had been happening with April over the last month had been ... astounding. Amazing. An absolute dream. It felt like nothing could go wrong, or mess things up. You’d won a stupid dating app contest to meet her, she’d somehow not only liked you as a person but actually found you attractive despite your weight issues. She got along with your friends and showed an obvious effort of wanting to do so. You got along with her friend, though the how of that had been a little odd.

You thought she was gorgeous, and you were officially boyfriend and girlfriend.

And you had sex. Super-duper stupendous sex. And not only that, but April even felt comfortable enough to not only go with a spur-of-the-moment threesome plan with her best friend, but also do it again.

That birds-eye-view was looking pretty fucking good.

And maybe that was what worried you the most. Things weren’t just good; they were ... too good.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” you murmured to yourself.

The devil was always in the details.

“Pardon?” Hikaru asked from over in the kitchen. She’d already been home from her early morning shift when you got back from work and had made you go get changed and sit down to have time to yourself while she put together a snack for you. You’d noticed she was in much better spirits since she’d started at Paula’s coffee shop, having somewhere to go and a purpose to her days, but she still insisted that she would take care of the cooking whenever you were both home.

“Nothing,” you called back. “Just muttering to myself.”

“About what?” she asked.

“Just ... stuff,” you sighed.

“Stuff at work?”

“No...”

“Stuff with April,” Hikaru guessed, glancing up at you.

You might have been able to lie if she hadn’t been looking at you, though it would have been a lie by omission by grunting wordlessly or something. As it was, she saw the look on your face.

“Did something happen?” she asked. “Did she cancel on you tonight?”

“No, no,” you said, shaking your head. “Nothing’s happened. I’m still meeting her for dinner.”

“Then ... is it her parents?”

“No,” you said. “It’s nothing like that.”

She sighed, coming out of the kitchen carrying a plate and a big glass of water. She was dressed in sweatpants that hung a little low on her hips and a thin, long-sleeved shirt with an anime print for a show you didn’t immediately recognise. For a moment, as she was coming over, you almost choked on your own tongue thinking about how she’d been doing her makeup since she’d started ‘trying something new.’ She’d admitted that Zara had encouraged her and shown her some stuff. You were happy for her. The issue was that it was like looking at a completely different Hikaru and you noticed things. Things like how she had a rather ... large chest on her thin frame. Or how there was a gap of about three inches of bare skin between her sweatpants and her shirt. And her shirt hugged her torso tightly...