dancing on broken glass

16. moving on

Ok first of all somebody kill me we're at 575 reads alreadyyyyyyyyyyyy *Internal weird dance*
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Skye

It's official... I'M IN LOVE WITH THREPTIN AND NUTELLA.

It's been a week since Blaze and I signed our divorce papers and to say that I'm having the time of my life would give me a 0/100 on literally any and every test I attempt. I'm miserable. I'm currently sitting and arranging my stuff out in the new studio apartment I rented out for a while, it's quite spacious and comfortable. It gives a cosy and homely vibe and it fits right in my budget! I was lucky enough to find one with a patio and considering that I live on one of the top floors of the building, it's safe to say that I have a magnificent view.

The interior of the apartment is bright due to the natural light coming in from the large window placed at the balcony entrance. The walls were different shades of grey and white while the furnishings were alternated between black and white. The greyish-white carpet and the greyish-brown pouffe brought an extra amount of life into the apartment.

Overall, the loft was exceptionally pleasing and convenient. But, coming back to where I am, I'm currently sitting in the middle of the room with boxes all around me trying to sort out all my stuff while casually munching on some Threptin biscuits dipped in Nutella (c'est très bien *chefs kiss*)

Keyword: trying

I have spent the last hour just eyeing the boxes trying to figure out what to do with them. I stare at the pictures of Blaze and me that we had taken over a course of time. My vision blurred and before I knew it, tears started making their way down my cheek. Whether I admit it or not, I miss him. Over the short period, we lived together, he had gained a soft spot in my heart, no matter how rough and rocky our relationship was.

There's a saying, 'think of the devil, and the devil appears.' this quote played out live when my iPhone screen lit up, a message popping up on my lock screen

douchy mcdoucheface:
I miss you.

Yeah, I still haven't changed his contact name and I don't plan on doing it either. He tried to change it once only for me to smack him across the face with a pillow which then led to a pillow fight, causing him to forget about it.

Reading his text, a knot formed in my stomach, and more tears streaked down my face. Blaze and I exchanged a few texts here and there over the week but I somehow managed to keep my distance. Blaze, however, keeps flirting with me but I hold back. It's a task.

I really like bananas

What? No, you don't
No wait, you're me, nvm
Shut up Ashley

Just after Blaze's message, another one pops up, this time from Carter, or rather carti b as his name is saved

carti b:
Hey babe, wanna catch up? Maybe go ice skating?

Why is he being flirty all of a sudden? Goddamn but I don't mind, he's a sweetheart. Call me a bitch or a whore, whatever you'd like but if definitely go for him now that I'm single, even though he's my ex-husband's brother.

sure car, when?
when are you free?
for you? Always😉

I'm flattered Blue, pick you up in 30? ❤️

You got it babe

I replied, internally thanking God that I don't have to sort my shit out anymore. I'm kinda excited for today

I look around my room for the box full of my clothes, I find it in the far corner, still fully packed. I cut it open with a pair of scissors which were at my disposal before dumping all my garments down, not caring in the least. I picked out a pair of grey pants and an oversized beige sweatshirt which was slightly tucked in at the front. The grey slacks give my outfit a semi-formal look. I looked at the time on my phone before deciding to head down to wait for Carter. I have nothing else to do. So I picked up my black YSL bag and put on my trustworthy Gucci shoes.

I made my way down just to see Carter pull up in front of the apartment building. It's thanks to Carter that I found this flat, he's been a life saviour. I took a minute to observe the beauty parked in front of me. It was a sleek black Maserati MC12. Before I could make my way to the car to open the door, Carter jumped out of his side, slid across the bonnet and opened my door for me.

Upon seeing my reaction, he let out a small chuckle while shaking his head. I gave him an amused look before getting in. He buckled my seat up for me before he placed his nose on my cheek. His hot minty breath fanned across it, "you look breathtakingly stunning," he said in a low voice, causing goosebumps to sprout up on my arms and the hair behind my neck, stand. I blushed a dark crimson colour and hid my face so that he wouldn't see my reaction, he let out another chuckle before placing a kiss on my cheek and made his way back to the driver's side after shutting my door.

He got into his side, put his arm around my seat, turned his head around so he could see clearly while reversing with his other hand resting on the steering wheel. He looked fucking attractive right now. I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of pictures.

Once he successfully reversed, he put one of his hands on my thigh, rubbing soothing circles. "Enjoying the view?" he questioned after I continued staring.
"mhmm" I looked up at him and smile. A smile crept up his face as he saw my smile, that only cause my smile to widen.

"It's a date you know, this" he pointed between the two of us "This is our first date Blue, well according to me it is. Would you give me the pleasure of knowing that you consider this as a date as well?"

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Well well well
I decided to publish another chapter this week, but I will publish one more on Tuesday as promised

Also don't hate me for this. It's just a book and yea well

Next chapters the date!!!!