The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 41

MIA

I reluctantly pull away and say, "We.....should......stop." while trying to catch my breath.

"We should." He says, agreeing with me.

Once he sets me down on my feet, I sit on the bed. He sits back on the chair and pours some Barbeque Sauce on both plates. We start to eat, and comfortable silence falls around us.

"When is Noah coming back?" I ask once we are finished.

"No idea. Let me call him." He says and retrieves his phone from his pants' pocket.

"Where are you?" He asks. Noah replies, but it's inaudible for me.

"When are you coming over to Mia's?" He asks. I can't hear what Noah is saying, but Oliver tenses a bit once Noah replies.

"Okay." Oliver replies, and Noah states something.

"Thanks." Oliver responds.

"Bye." Oliver says and disconnects the call.

He zones out for a minute, and I decide to snap him out of his thoughts. I ask, "What did he say?"

"He'll be here in twenty." He replies, still a bit tense.

"What else? You seem.....worried?" I ask.

"I feel like something's up." He replies.

"What did the publishing agency want?" I ask, trying to figure out what Noah's up to.

"He got promoted." He replies.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I ask.

"I was too curious about William." He responds and almost shrugs.

I groan and ask, "Where are you taking me? I need to buy the dress accordingly." I am trying to know where he's taking me, but the smirk on his face tells me that he already knows my true motives.

"Noah knows, so he'll advise you." He replies.

I see his white tee getting more transparent. I can see all of his tattoos clearly. I don't want to seem like a creep staring at his tattoos, so I get up and moves towards my closet, asking, "Ugh. Do you wanna shower? I still have the clothes that you had left last to last week when you slept over." I open my closet and take out a pair of white sweatpants, a black sweatshirt, and black boxers.

"Yeah. I need a shower. I'll use the grey towel?" He asks.

"Yeah. I'm gonna go downstairs." I say. I don't want to see him half-naked. It makes me flushed, and my brain starts chanting a mantra: Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him.

"Okay." He says, and I move out, shutting the door behind me.

I climb down the stairs and see no one. I hear soft snores coming from mom and dad's bedroom, indicating that they are sleeping. I tiptoe into their room and pick up the soiled plates. I wash them and stack them back in the drawer. I then remember that I had forgotten Oliver's and my dishes in the room. I climb the stairs quickly and hear the water running. I enter the room and pick up the plates and move out of the room, shutting the door as slowly and quietly as possible. I walk down the stairs swiftly and wash the dishes and stack them back as well. I see the pie is still kept in the oven. Shit! I forgot to keep it in the fridge. I wear the oven mitts and take the pie out of the microwave. I remove the pie from the pie pan and set it on the rack to cool a bit.

I put all the cookies in a jar and place the jar on the furthest end of the counter so that it doesn't fall.

Dad comes out of the room and says, "Give me a piece of that pie, please?"