Jk Simmons Books Novels & Stories

But no matter how hard I tried, it was impossible. Thanks to my consistent studying, I finished my exams quickly—though I knew I’d be facing the same challenge again in the summer. I packed up and said goodbye to Eddie. He already knew I wouldn’t be coming back next year. My final flight was short, and at the airport, a beautiful blonde girl in a skirt was waiting for me, holding a sign that read “J. Simmons.” As per our bet, it was Jenny. “Thanks for picking me up,” I smiled at her.

I slammed the book shut in frustration. “This is ridiculous.” “You usually talk to yourself this much?” I jumped violently, Simon stood in the library doorway. He looked devastating today, black button down shirt rolled to his forearms, dark slacks sitting low against narrow hips, expensive watch gleaming beneath the warm lighting. I cleared her throat awkwardly. “You're home early.” “My meeting was cancelled.” His gaze flicked toward the book in my lap. “You haven't turned a page in twenty minutes.” “You were watching me?” “Yes.”

I was getting an IV drip at the hospital when Charles Mankin's text came in. I had acute gastroenteritis, courtesy of his jealous little girlfriend from last night at the Hedo Lounge, who got me drunk out of spite. "Rhyn wants ice cream from H.J. Desserts. Bring it to Hedo, Room 1808." His voice on the call that followed was lazy, bored, trailing the sharp laughter of a girl in the background. "I'm sick. On an IV," I said.

Simon sighed, crestfallen “I don't want to give her any more reason to think that my intentions towards you are not good. And, you know what everyone thinks when a couple our age travels alone...” “What does everyone think?” she asked, though it was pretty clear she already knew the answer. “Uh... Do you want to see my first theoretical book on programming?” Simon asked, nervously, moving away from her to go to the bedside table almost eaten by termites "I found it when I was a kid, in the garbage of a college that I passed by on my way back from school..."