Guess That Is How I Know You

Chapter XXXV

February 13, 2018

"What about this one, love?"

Cecilia asked as we shopped for a new couch, not that we really needed one, yet she had gotten this idea stuck in her head that we should have at least one thing in the apartment that we chose together.

"Please keep in mind I live off my father's inheritance money and my mother's goodwill." I was broke, I mean, I had more than enough, but I did not plan on spending everything my father left me on a piece of furniture.

The thing about Cecilia's taste in furniture was, it had been a long time since she had been a broken student and although she no longer practiced law, and all her current income had to do with her teaching, she had won more than enough in her career to be set for life.

Also, I am fairly sure she has that clinical eye, same as my mother, the kind that as soon as it sets foot in a store it can immediately pinpoint the most expensive piece in it, not because of its price, but just because.

"Babe, can we just take a moment here? This thing costs more than my car, and I do have a decent car so that is saying a lot." I tried reasoning with her, but she was set on a leather two-piece L-shaped couch, that we would probably never use.

"This thing will not even fit inside my living room, it is not even a real living room, that thing is half dining room half leaving room." She gave me a look and I knew I had said something wrong.

"You mean, our leaving room." She closed her arms around my torso as she looked straight into my eyes, "Just think all the things we can do on it, all the things you can do to me on it." Sold! But not really. I meant it when I said it would not fit.

I was both shocked by the blunt display of affection in a not so empty store and amazed by her random frisky demeanor.

"Come on babe, let's be realistic here, you know the two-piece won't fit our living room. How about that one over there? It is probably just as expensive and looks enough like this one, but without the L-shape." I pointed to the one right beside her first choice and as a defeated breath left her lips, I knew I had won the argument.

Getting it inside the apartment was harder than getting her to let go of the two-piece and I could only imagine how much of a hazard it would have been otherwise.

She had come up with the idea for the couch around my birthday, but it was not until almost a month later that we actually got to it, mostly because we were both too lazy to get the old one out of the apartment.

"How you like it?" She asked as we both let ourselves fall on the new addition to our home.

Every now and again I felt as if it must have been someone else's life I was living. How could I have been so lucky for my life to end up exactly how I would have envisioned it after meeting the professor?

"I like it alright as long as I get to have you on it." I straddled her and although we were both a bit sweaty, I did not mind the salty taste I got in my mouth as I sucked on her neck close to her jaw.

"Are we breaking it in already?" She was already pulling on my shirt before the words even left her mouth and so I did not waste any more time with words and rather went on to properly kiss her—guess I did not really mind the new couch if it meant making some new memories with her on it.

We spent the better part of the Sunday afternoon on that couch.

The year had turned, and I was no longer Evelyn's assistant, not that it made much of a difference for she absolutely detested her new assistant and always used my thesis as an excuse to have me go by her classroom so that she could not so discreetly praise me in front of the new girl.

I wish I could say I felt bad for the girl, but it was clear she was only in it for the extra credits and to better her CV.

I was also effectively looking for firms to apply to, this was my last semester and in just a few months I would go from currently studying to officially unemployed unless I managed to get someone to hire me.

To top it all off I also had to make time to study for the bar examination. Not to mention Evelyn had offered me a chance to get some real-life experience by assisting her in a few divorce cases and I was more than grateful for the chance.

I had little to no time to write on this journal anymore and if last semester were any indication, I was on for a few loaded months and all I could do was hope it would all be worth in the end, at least I still got to sleep beside the woman that had taken over my mind the past two years.

Remi

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