sigh I settled in and daydreamed about Paul until sleep finally found me.
The next morning low voices seeped down the hallway. Fiona’s low murmur, flirty and sensual, found its way to me as she whispered to Fontenot. I didn’t see them, but it sounded as though they were in our kitchen—hopefully, not about to have repeat of last night. Half awake, I stumbled into the bathroom.
Great. So now Fontenot was going to be here all the time. Frustrated and annoyed, I showered and brushed my teeth. When my hair had been blown dry and my makeup applied, I crept back to my room and dressed for the day. My phone was silent and I frowned. It was still early, but I’d hoped Paul might have texted me. He, after all, was all I could think about.
Every Sunday Faeries and Moonbeams was closed. I had nothing to do all day. In my usual attire of flowing shirts, short shorts, strappy sandals, and about ten silver bracelets, I walked into the living room, ready to scowl at Fontenot. Even if Fiona wanted him there, it didn’t mean I did.
But it wasn’t Fontenot sitting at my table. It wasn’t Fontenot who Fiona kept giving sensual eyes to. Her robe was falling open, barely concealing her nude body beneath it. She was leaning towards him, smiling from ear to ear. I cleared my throat.
Paul startled and stood from the chair. “Mia,” he said. “Hey, how are you?”
Fiona gave me a patronizing smile. “Told you I’d meet him sooner or later,” she said. “But I understand why you’ve been hiding him away. Isn’t he just the cutest thing?”
I narrowed my eyes as she walked up to him and placed a hand at his shoulder. Her lips went to his ear and likely whispered something slutty to him. Paul just shook his head.
Grinning, she walked past me towards her bedroom. Her wink made my fists clinch.
“ Sorry for just showing up,” Paul said after she’d gone. “I was hoping to surprise you.”
“ You did,” I said, trying to forget about Fiona and her trampy self.
“ Good.” He walked up to me, placing a hand at my waist and suddenly I really did forget about her.
My face was bashful, unaccustomed to his affection, but I still smiled when he brought his hand to my cheek. “It’s good to see you,” he said and gave me a sweet, soft kiss.
“ You too,” I responded, breathless.
He was dressed impeccably again—a white dress shirt with grey pinstripes tucked into his slacks. It never failed. He always looked immaculate, well put together, as though he was about to attend a board meeting. My hand went to his soft brown hair and I ran my fingers through it, loving that I didn’t have to ask permission.
His lip turned up. Crooked. Playful.
“ Your roommate is… interesting ,” Paul said, pulling me closer to him.
“ I know,” I said with a defeated sigh. “Try to ignore her.”
He laughed. “Oh, come on. She’s nice.”
Great. Perfect. Amazing. Fiona would eat that up if she heard him say it. Not wanting to talk about her any longer, I changed the subject. “When did you get here?”
“ About an hour ago. You were still sleeping. I’m sorry. Is it okay that I came by?”
“ Yes.” My smile was genuine. “Want a tour of my place?”
He looked around the room. From where he was standing, he could pretty much see everything, but he was polite. “Of course.”
“ Here’s our kitchen,” I said, taking two steps into it. I swung my arm out dramatically for effect. He chuckled. “The living room.” I swung my arm in the other direction.
“ It’s lovely,” he said.
I grinned and took his hand, leading him down the tiny hallway. “This is Fiona’s room,” I said, pointing to her closed door. “Here’s our bathroom.” Nervous, but also excited, I brought him to my room and shut the door. “And here’s my room.”
It wasn’t very big. Most of my things were squished in tightly. Paint supplies and clothes were strewn all over the place. Like a nerd, I owned a day bed, covered by a
The next morning low voices seeped down the hallway. Fiona’s low murmur, flirty and sensual, found its way to me as she whispered to Fontenot. I didn’t see them, but it sounded as though they were in our kitchen—hopefully, not about to have repeat of last night. Half awake, I stumbled into the bathroom.
Great. So now Fontenot was going to be here all the time. Frustrated and annoyed, I showered and brushed my teeth. When my hair had been blown dry and my makeup applied, I crept back to my room and dressed for the day. My phone was silent and I frowned. It was still early, but I’d hoped Paul might have texted me. He, after all, was all I could think about.
Every Sunday Faeries and Moonbeams was closed. I had nothing to do all day. In my usual attire of flowing shirts, short shorts, strappy sandals, and about ten silver bracelets, I walked into the living room, ready to scowl at Fontenot. Even if Fiona wanted him there, it didn’t mean I did.
But it wasn’t Fontenot sitting at my table. It wasn’t Fontenot who Fiona kept giving sensual eyes to. Her robe was falling open, barely concealing her nude body beneath it. She was leaning towards him, smiling from ear to ear. I cleared my throat.
Paul startled and stood from the chair. “Mia,” he said. “Hey, how are you?”
Fiona gave me a patronizing smile. “Told you I’d meet him sooner or later,” she said. “But I understand why you’ve been hiding him away. Isn’t he just the cutest thing?”
I narrowed my eyes as she walked up to him and placed a hand at his shoulder. Her lips went to his ear and likely whispered something slutty to him. Paul just shook his head.
Grinning, she walked past me towards her bedroom. Her wink made my fists clinch.
“ Sorry for just showing up,” Paul said after she’d gone. “I was hoping to surprise you.”
“ You did,” I said, trying to forget about Fiona and her trampy self.
“ Good.” He walked up to me, placing a hand at my waist and suddenly I really did forget about her.
My face was bashful, unaccustomed to his affection, but I still smiled when he brought his hand to my cheek. “It’s good to see you,” he said and gave me a sweet, soft kiss.
“ You too,” I responded, breathless.
He was dressed impeccably again—a white dress shirt with grey pinstripes tucked into his slacks. It never failed. He always looked immaculate, well put together, as though he was about to attend a board meeting. My hand went to his soft brown hair and I ran my fingers through it, loving that I didn’t have to ask permission.
His lip turned up. Crooked. Playful.
“ Your roommate is… interesting ,” Paul said, pulling me closer to him.
“ I know,” I said with a defeated sigh. “Try to ignore her.”
He laughed. “Oh, come on. She’s nice.”
Great. Perfect. Amazing. Fiona would eat that up if she heard him say it. Not wanting to talk about her any longer, I changed the subject. “When did you get here?”
“ About an hour ago. You were still sleeping. I’m sorry. Is it okay that I came by?”
“ Yes.” My smile was genuine. “Want a tour of my place?”
He looked around the room. From where he was standing, he could pretty much see everything, but he was polite. “Of course.”
“ Here’s our kitchen,” I said, taking two steps into it. I swung my arm out dramatically for effect. He chuckled. “The living room.” I swung my arm in the other direction.
“ It’s lovely,” he said.
I grinned and took his hand, leading him down the tiny hallway. “This is Fiona’s room,” I said, pointing to her closed door. “Here’s our bathroom.” Nervous, but also excited, I brought him to my room and shut the door. “And here’s my room.”
It wasn’t very big. Most of my things were squished in tightly. Paint supplies and clothes were strewn all over the place. Like a nerd, I owned a day bed, covered by a
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