growing, and I still had a few flights of stairs to go. With my bags in hand, I finished the climb of doom.
The end was nigh. The bright red door with gold painted 7C was within my sight, and my heart and body sang. It was a bit off key, and more like wailing cats, but in no way reduced the euphoria of finally being home.
Until I realized my key was not in hand.
I leaned forward, whimpering as my forehead came to rest against the old wooden gate to my apartment. The bags slipped from my grip, landing on the floor.
“Oh, enough with the dramatics, Mia. It was only seven floors,” the familiar voice of my neighbor said as she walked past.
“Bad day, Lena.”
Her keys jingled as she pulled them out. “I can tell. That peroxide was left on a little too long.”
“I’m sticking my tongue out—you just can’t see it. But I bet you can see this.” I stuck my arm out and flipped her the bird.
She laughed. “Find your fucking keys, girl.” The door creaked open. “Oh, and don’t forget we’re meeting up for dinner tomorrow night.”
“Six?”
“Yup, now get inside. If I come out here in five minutes and you’re still standing there, I’m going to throw your bags down a flight of stairs.”
I whimpered at the thought of climbing even one more step.
“That’s what I thought.” Her door slammed shut behind her, and my eyes stared down at my feet, locating my purse. I found my keys and unlocked the door before stepping in.
After locking the door behind me, I threw my bags down and shrugged my coat off. I moved the heaviest bag, which contained my recent purchases at the grocery, into the kitchen to unload.
Once done, I headed to my bedroom. Faint light filtered in the windows from the rain darkened sky. It would be pitch-black in moments, the sunset fast approaching.
I toed off my shoes and stripped off my wet clothing, tossing them into the hamper on my way into the bathroom.
I flipped on the light as I entered and recoiled at the sight of myself in the mirror. My brown eyes looked tired and my skin was sickly pale, making my cheeks look like they were ballooning off my face. The most noticeable was the disaster that was my hair.
My friend, Casey, was supposed to lighten my natural dirty blonde, but she went a little overboard to platinum. Hell, it was almost white.
The me in the mirror pursed her lips and quirked her brow as if to say “really?” I sighed, stuck with the look for at least a little while, so I might as well get used to it. Five days later, and I still was struck with confusion each time I saw myself.
I jumped in the shower, letting the warmth of the water defrost me from my stint in the cold rain.
My mind began to wander, and I wished it was Friday night. True, it was only a day away, but still too far after the day I’d had. I wanted to sleep late into the morning, snuggled into my warm bed, not waking at the crack of dawn.
Though I had met Tristan, and that alone could make me forget the craptastic day. My body warmed just at the reminder of his calloused hand. It’d been months since I’d been touched by a man, and the roughness had me begging to feel him all over me.
I bit my lip as a familiar ache began to spread between my thighs, and I contemplated my options. There was always the cool comfort of my vibe, but with the chill I had, I wanted something warm pressed against me.
My ex, Greg, had texted me earlier in the day for a booty call. It was a tempting offer, but being him, it wasn’t enough for me to cave, no matter how desperate I was. He’d always been an asshole, and it would be a get it, get off, get out kind of experience that would leave me still wanting. I’d probably end up pulling out my vibe after he left, going back to option one. Plus there were the dirty dishes he’d leave me thanks to his after sex snack.
Since I was going to be left wanting in some way or another, my hand trailed down my stomach. My eyes fluttered closed when my fingers skimmed
The end was nigh. The bright red door with gold painted 7C was within my sight, and my heart and body sang. It was a bit off key, and more like wailing cats, but in no way reduced the euphoria of finally being home.
Until I realized my key was not in hand.
I leaned forward, whimpering as my forehead came to rest against the old wooden gate to my apartment. The bags slipped from my grip, landing on the floor.
“Oh, enough with the dramatics, Mia. It was only seven floors,” the familiar voice of my neighbor said as she walked past.
“Bad day, Lena.”
Her keys jingled as she pulled them out. “I can tell. That peroxide was left on a little too long.”
“I’m sticking my tongue out—you just can’t see it. But I bet you can see this.” I stuck my arm out and flipped her the bird.
She laughed. “Find your fucking keys, girl.” The door creaked open. “Oh, and don’t forget we’re meeting up for dinner tomorrow night.”
“Six?”
“Yup, now get inside. If I come out here in five minutes and you’re still standing there, I’m going to throw your bags down a flight of stairs.”
I whimpered at the thought of climbing even one more step.
“That’s what I thought.” Her door slammed shut behind her, and my eyes stared down at my feet, locating my purse. I found my keys and unlocked the door before stepping in.
After locking the door behind me, I threw my bags down and shrugged my coat off. I moved the heaviest bag, which contained my recent purchases at the grocery, into the kitchen to unload.
Once done, I headed to my bedroom. Faint light filtered in the windows from the rain darkened sky. It would be pitch-black in moments, the sunset fast approaching.
I toed off my shoes and stripped off my wet clothing, tossing them into the hamper on my way into the bathroom.
I flipped on the light as I entered and recoiled at the sight of myself in the mirror. My brown eyes looked tired and my skin was sickly pale, making my cheeks look like they were ballooning off my face. The most noticeable was the disaster that was my hair.
My friend, Casey, was supposed to lighten my natural dirty blonde, but she went a little overboard to platinum. Hell, it was almost white.
The me in the mirror pursed her lips and quirked her brow as if to say “really?” I sighed, stuck with the look for at least a little while, so I might as well get used to it. Five days later, and I still was struck with confusion each time I saw myself.
I jumped in the shower, letting the warmth of the water defrost me from my stint in the cold rain.
My mind began to wander, and I wished it was Friday night. True, it was only a day away, but still too far after the day I’d had. I wanted to sleep late into the morning, snuggled into my warm bed, not waking at the crack of dawn.
Though I had met Tristan, and that alone could make me forget the craptastic day. My body warmed just at the reminder of his calloused hand. It’d been months since I’d been touched by a man, and the roughness had me begging to feel him all over me.
I bit my lip as a familiar ache began to spread between my thighs, and I contemplated my options. There was always the cool comfort of my vibe, but with the chill I had, I wanted something warm pressed against me.
My ex, Greg, had texted me earlier in the day for a booty call. It was a tempting offer, but being him, it wasn’t enough for me to cave, no matter how desperate I was. He’d always been an asshole, and it would be a get it, get off, get out kind of experience that would leave me still wanting. I’d probably end up pulling out my vibe after he left, going back to option one. Plus there were the dirty dishes he’d leave me thanks to his after sex snack.
Since I was going to be left wanting in some way or another, my hand trailed down my stomach. My eyes fluttered closed when my fingers skimmed
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