Undercover

Chapter three

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Garfield slowly opened his eyes, his surroundings gradually coming into focus. To his surprise, Raven was right beside him, her intense gaze fixed on him with an enigmatic intensity. "Raven?" He questioned, the uncertainty evident in his voice as he sat up.

His eyes widened as she moved considerably closer, her captivating stare holding a mysterious allure. Her expression remained indifferent, and he couldn't help but be transfixed as she placed her hand on his chest. The contact sent a shiver down his spine, and he was surprised to find himself breathless in the wake of her unexpected touch. He watched in amazement as she gently skimmed her hand up and down the fabric of his shirt, seemingly taking pleasure in the feeling of him under her palm.

"Rae, what are you...?" He began, his mind swirling with confusion as she delicately grabbed the bottom of his shirt. The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, leaving Garfield both intrigued and bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

"Take your shirt off." She instructed in a soft voice, her words carrying a subtle command that left him at a loss for words. The intimacy of the moment unfolded as she got even closer, her actions guided by a mysterious purpose. Gently tugging up the garment, Raven's movements were deliberate, revealing an enigmatic allure that left Garfield grappling with a mix of emotions.

Garfield's thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of emotions, caught in the enigma of Raven's unexpected actions. After discarding the shirt, she immediately turned back to face him, her face mere inches from his and getting closer. The anticipation hung in the air like a tangible force, and he found himself closing his eyes in response, surrendering to the magnetic pull of the moment. Her lips barely touched his, the anticipation hanging in the air as he closed his eyes and leaned in...

"Gar, wake up." The harsh morning light streamed into the room, blinding Garfield's vision as he squinted his eyes open. Raven's voice, persistent yet calm, repeated the call to consciousness. "Gar..."

"I'm up." Garfield responded bitterly, rubbing his tired eyes. He sluggishly sat up, the morning light gradually becoming less harsh as his eyes adjusted, revealing his roommate's silhouette.

"Hurry up and get dressed." Raven instructed, her brisk tone filling the room as she walked over to the large mirror that hung over the dresser.

With the remnants of sleep still swirling in his head, Garfield watched Raven's reflection in the mirror. She deftly tucked her natural hair back and slipped on her wig with practiced ease. As he observed her morning routine, memories of his vivid dream began to surface. The dream, though just a figment of his imagination, seemed to linger in the corners of his mind.

However, beneath the dreamlike haze, Garfield was acutely aware that they had shared a very real moment the night before. There was kissing, touching, groping. But he also remembered the aftermath, the bittersweet realization that, because of that encounter, she wanted nothing to do with him.

"Gar!" Raven's voice carried an undercurrent of frustration as she noticed Garfield's unmoving state. He immediately scowled at her, a silent protest etched on his face, before dramatically rolling over and burying his face in his pillow. The room seemed to echo with the tension between them, the morning already unfolding with a hint of exasperation.

After Garfield finally roused himself from his lingering sleep and begrudgingly got dressed, they checked out of their room. The morning unfolded, the routine of their predictable day beginning as they navigated the familiar streets, making their way downtown to faithfully tail Larry Bird. The city's urban landscape blurred outside their window as buildings and streets melded into a rhythmic dance, setting the backdrop for another day in their surveillance routine.