Forbidden feelings- Billie dean Howard

𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛

We were one hour into hauling everything into my not so great looking house. I'll admit the inside of the place didn't look so welcoming or bright like my old house did. It would have to take some getting used to. The blonde would ask basic questions while we were moving, making small talk to not make it so awkward. Like how I got here, how I found this house.

I wasn't exactly the best at keeping a conversation so i'd always respond with short answers. I  didn't know what to say. Communicating wasn't my strongest suit, but billie on the other hand knew how to keep it going which allowed me to be more comfortable talking to her.

Two hours later, and we finally moved everything in. I was exhausted. I felt as if my arms went completely numb after lifting tons of heavy boxes. I couldn't help but feel bad asking billie to help. It wasn't all such an easy job.

"So.." The blonde said as she made her way over to one of the couches in my new, not so new looking living room. "I'm exhausted aren't you?"

"more than exhausted" I let out the biggest sigh, and watched as the blonde put her head on the edge of the couch making herself comfortable.

"Good thing we got it done though" Her eyes were now glued on the ceiling, letting out a breath of relief.

"Thank you for helping, you really didn't have to do all that." I said in a shy tone, making my way over to one of the chairs that was next to the couch.

"I really don't mind at all. I'm always here if you need my help." The blonde now took her eyes off the ceiling, looking back at me. She had a passionate expression on her face so I could tell she really didn't mind helping.

I couldn't help but stare at her laying there, looking so effortlessly beautiful. Her golden brown eyes are what caught my attention until I was interrupted with an "Are you okay y/n?"

I looked at her and snapped out of it realizing i'd been looking for too long. "Yeah. Sorry. Just daydreaming" I said nervously, bringing my lips to form a smile. What the hell am I doing?

I was confused as to why I was feeling like this. I felt so nervous around her. But why? I've only been with men my entire life. The blonde looked twice my age and probably had a husband and kids of her own.

I was interrupted by my thoughts as the blonde clear her voice "If you don't mind me asking do you live alone? Or is there someone accompanying you?"

I was caught a little off guard hearing that question. A wave of embarrassment struck over me feeling like living alone wasn't all that impressive.

"Well.. I do, but i've lived alone for about a year now. It's actually not all that bad" I was fidgeting with my hands, I felt my heart beat a little faster, scared as to what she would think.

I drifted my eyes towards her direction, so I could see her reaction. She gave a slightly small smile and looked down. I decided to break the silence.

"What about you? do you live alone?"

"No" she said having a slight look of disappointment on her face "I live with my husband. Just me and him"

I knew it. I'd admit hearing her say that wasn't all that pleasant, but instead I covered it up with a smile and nodded at her.

"That's great billie, i'm happy for you." I brought my lips to form a fake smile, trying my best not to look disappointed.

She sighed, now looking down at the floor. "Well it's not all that great sometimes" She let out a nervous laugh, now moving her legs to get herself up off the couch.

What did she mean by that? I decided not to drag on the question, because it looked like she didn't want to talk about it. "Well, I should get going" She stood up, now looking down on me with a warm smile.

She was tall. Much taller than me. Her heels gave her a lot of height which I loved. They suited her in my opinion. "It was very nice to meet you y/n"

Something about the way she said my name was comforting. "It was nice to meet you too billie." I raised my eyes, now looking into hers, not knowing what to say next. Why did I have to be so awkward?

Part of me wanted her to go, and part of me didn't. "But what if some kind of spirits try bothering me?" I jokingly said making ghost gestures with my hands. But I don't think she took it as a joke based on the way she was looking at me.

"Then you come right next door and tell me" She said, grabbing her coral colored purse she left on the table.

"And here's my number just incase you want to call or text me instead." She grabbed a small scrap of paper and pen out of her purse writing down her number so effortlessly.

Her writing was neat. It looked like it was straight out of a book. She then signed in cursive Billies number with a smiley face at the bottom and handed it to me giving me a sweet smile.

I said my goodbyes and before I knew it she was gone, but why did part of me miss her right when she walked out that door? I enjoyed her company, but I knew nothing could ever happen between us, so instead I pushed the thought aside and distracted myself with a glass of wine.

Sorry this wasn't such a long chapter! I'm not sure if people like reading long or short chapters so I just go with whatever I think is right.