Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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♫ there's a reason by wet ♫
It was around 11 when he opened the door to see Greta standing there. It was unexpected, but he didn't care. Seeing her on the other was cause for a smile nowadays.
In the month since they've been seeing each other, she had been keen on showing up at his apartment in the late hours of the night. The usual reasons were either she couldn't quite sleep right back at her own loft, or was just in the mood for something more than phone sex.
And though the greeting was in a tired manner, there wasn't an ounce in Eli's system that regretted her showing up. "How'd you get here?" He asked her with a grumble in his tone. "Sister dropped you off?"
But it was after her own sad, brown eyes traced over the mountainman frame of his body before her, did she find her way back up to his face to answer calmly. "She was sleeping. I just grabbed a Lyft... Can I come in?"
He did as she asked, and she wandered her eyes around the living room of Eli's apartment as she noticed much of his furniture now readjusted. "Are you moving or something?"
"Nah, I'm about to have a roommate soon."
"Oh..."
"That gonna be a problem?"
Greta only smirked then. "I'm bunking up with my introverted little sister. So I'm not one to complain. I'm just gonna miss having this little corner of the world to ourselves, you know?"
By now, she was leaning against the kitchen counter, getting a better look at him as the distance between them was kept at a minimum, just at her arm's reach so that way it wouldn't be so difficult to grab him.
And when he stepped closer, she wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her face into his chest, muffling out loud with a much sterner tone. "Why do you smell like my soap?"
Eli scoffed nervously, however. He remembered the last time she caught him using her soap. The peppermint scent wasn't hard to mask, and walking away from her, he departed into the kitchen instead. "Are you hungry? Think I got some chili in here."
Her eyes narrowed at him, though. Making her way into the kitchen as well, she placed herself up against his back as he looked through the fridge. The smell of her glossier soap that lingered on even Eli's skin was somewhat infuriating, yet intoxicating all the same. Her lips were to his shoulder blade, softly kissing away before she whispered out to him. "You wanna give me a reason to be hungry first?"
Upon that request, Eli turned around. The fridge had closed, and his arms were wrapped around her. A kiss was offered up at first; her thin, pink lips surrounded themselves within his much thicker, much darker ones. As the connection deepened, Greta quickly remembered just why she showed up tonight.
