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The fact that he has his emotions trapped in a vault, or worse, they don’t exist at all, makes him unpredictable. There’s no way in hell to figure out what he’s thinking about, and I guess that’s what turns me into this confused ball whenever he’s around. Despite steering clear of puzzles, there’s no denying how much I love solving them. The idea of digging my fingers into something and figuring it all out fills me with a rush of adrenaline. The thought of never being able to do that with Jonathan is what’s throwing me into an endless loop with no way out. “You have work, right?” I mutter. “It can wait.” “Did you just say work can wait? Isn’t that like blasphemy in your work god manual?” He raises a brow, probably because of my sarcastic tone, but he doesn’t comment on it. “I own the work. It’s not the other way around.” “Are you telling me that you could stop working tomorrow if you choose to?” “I could, but I won’t. There’s no fun in hanging around when you can use those hours to be