NO DOUBT [bwwm]

• 14 • The Knight in Shining Armor

⚠️ TW: Sexual assault ⚠️

"So I'm assuming half of this is going to Salvation Army?" Orlando struggled his long legs through the boxes in my tiny living room.

"You're assuming wrong," I smiled at his bewildered face.

"What are those boxes anyways?" He looked overwhelmed, as if he was forced to go through each one of them.

"Stuff. Mostly books and souvenirs," I answered, nostalgic, while making my way to the kitchen. "I need to finish up the kitchen then we'll be good to go... Do you want anything? I've got soda, cranberry juice, water, some... crackers? What are crackers doing in the fridge..."

Orlando chuckled from the living room before answering, "No thank you, I'm good, unless the cold crackers come with a side?"

"I've got some outdated humus, how about that?" He laughed while I made a mental note to throw that box away. I grabbed a water bottle for myself, "Are you sure you don't want anything?" He didn't answer, making me frown as I walked to the other room, "Orlando...?"

He was standing his back to me, but turned around once he heard my steps come to a halt. He was holding the Romeo and Juliet book he had once given to me.

"I took the liberty to add my own post-its in response to yours," I explained. "I don't know how old you were when you wrote those, but you seem very mature."

"I was 20," he said simply. "Can I take it with me, so I can read your notes?"

"I'm not done yet, I've barely reached the third act. But as soon as I am I'll hand it to you, gladly. I'll admit, some of your notes were quite comical, I didn't know you had it in you," I teased him with a smirk.

He only smiled and shook his head amused, "I can be very funny when I want to. Now help me lift the sofa." He pushed his sleeves up, his face serious.

"Ha! Now that's funny," I just stood there as he watched me, his brows furrowed.

"How exactly did you think you were going to move it?"

"Honestly?" He nodded. "My plan involved spirit summoning and a magic wand. Unless you have something better?"

"I am something better. And when we're done, we have the TV to move too," I groaned making him smile. "You know, you like to act all stubborn and hardheaded, but you really are a big softie."

"A big softie, huh?" I took steps his way.

"Yup," he answered popping the 'p'.

"Oh, Imma show you soft," my eyes sparkled with mischievousness as I started to shove him to which he just chuckled until his calf hit the back of the canapé, making him lose balance.

I would've laughed my nose off if it wasn't for the fact that in his fall, he dragged me with. I let out a squeal from the impact as I landed on his hard chest while he was laid on his back on the sofa. My hand rested on his seemingly toned pectoral as I lifted my head up to find his eyes staring into mine. I let them wander on his beautiful features until my gaze landed on his lips. They looked so inviting, so... forbidden.