Page 36 of The Dangers of Daydreaming (Love Connections #2)

Changing

Lucy

I stayed up too late. For someone whose mental capabilities had given up in the early afternoon, I was shocked by how long I lasted. But I had a new project and food ordered in from one of the amazing restaurants Finn had gotten on our date.

Somewhere around one o’clock, there was a light knock on the door. Surprised, I unfolded my stiff legs to get it.

“Lily?” I asked in surprise.

She dipped her head in embarrassment. “I’ve been worried about you and Finn and saw that your light was still on. Is everything okay?”

I opened the door wider, letting her in.

Her brows raised at the mess on the bed—papers, food containers, my computer, and phone were strewn wildly across it.

It was my turn to look embarrassed. “I’m trying to do something for him—his family is going through some stuff.

” I didn’t give any details, they weren’t mine to share.

She seemed to understand that, just nodding along as she picked up one of my papers. Her eyes lifted to mine. “Can I help?”

It was little moments like this that I’m sure were going to pop up a lot in the next several months of my life.

Little moments when I realized that my initial inclination was to push her off and say I could do it myself.

I didn’t want to ask for help or risk being in someone’s debt.

Another way in which I avoided discomfort.

So instea d, though it still made me squirm a bit, I nodded. “That would be amazing. Let me just… clear a spot first.”

She laughed at that, helping me stack up some of the food containers and papers. Then she sat on the bed and we got to work.