Arabelle Vine, a 22 year old photographer in Seattle Washington, is happy with her current life. She has friends, a great family, and a job she loves. But Arabelle wants to be more than just content with her life. She wants excitement, and she wants...
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I look back at Belle, who's sitting behind the counter smiling at her phone. I smile as I make her coffee, two sugars and a splash of creamer.
How much is a splash of creamer? I don't fucking know.
I get the creamer and stare at it. I really don't want to fuck this up. Why am I even worrying it's just creamer?
"Ro." Arabelles angelic voice interrupts my thoughts, and I hear her stool slide out and her soft footsteps get closer. "Stop stressing so much." She laughs.
I turn my head towards her, a sheepish smile on my face. "I'm not stressing."
"Really?" She asks, I can tell she's trying to hold back a smile. "What were you doing then?"
"Uhh," I turn back to the creamer and lift it up, "I was reading the ingredients."
"Oh, very interesting. What's in it?" She teases pressing her body against mine.
"Um, cream?"
She bursts out laughing at my answer, her body shaking against mine.
God I could listen to her laugh 24/7
"Stop laughing."
"Okay, Okay." She slowly stops laughing, "here let me show you."
I expect her to take the creamer from me and move next to me, but instead she wraps her arms around my waist and places one of her hands over the one holding the bottle.
I watch carefully as she brings the bottle up to her cup and tilts it slightly. About two tablespoons of the creamer pours out before she tilts it back up.
I'll try to remember that.
"There." She breathes out, placing the bottle down and interlacing her hands in front of my stomach. "You understand pretty boy? Only a small amount."
My breath hitches at the nickname, my cheeks heating up slightly. I still remember the first time she called me that at the lake. And there's just something about it that I love.
I nod picking up the two coffee mugs, turning around and hold hers out to her. She removes her hands from my back and takes the mug happily.
I glance down at her outfit. She's in just my t-shirt and nothing else.
She glances up at me through her long eyelashes. Her deep blue eyes taking me in as she wraps her lips around the mug.
