𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐞

0.8 | glass

"Have you ever wondered what truly happens after death?"

I hum, "I haven't put much thought into it."

"I think it's totally black. That's all you see for eternity. Just a field of black."

"Hm. I think we would reincarnate."

"I can see that too, but that's only if you have a soul. Cause if there's no soul to pass down, then you're nothing but a dead body."

We were sitting outside on his front porch looking out at the stars. He had a cigarette in between his fingers and I had a glass of whiskey in mine.

He then stands up, and turns around, "I'm going to start cooking dinner."

"Okay," I say quietly before standing up as well to follow him inside. When we go inside, the dogs greet us again and I make my way over to the couch. They were both huge dogs, but big dogs were better.

Especially when they thought they were lap dogs.

I hear Noah laugh from the kitchen as the dogs jump on my lap excitedly, pawing at my arms to feed them.

"Thalassa! Nai! Get off her!" He yells before walking around the counter. He grabs both dogs by their collars then drags them over into a dark room. He locks them in there, then apologizes.

"They get really excited with new people," He chuckles, "I'll let them out later when they learn their lesson."

I laugh, then eye the cat. I want to pet her, but she won't come over. She just stared at me from the end of the couch with her head on her paws like she was studying me.

I pull out my phone from my pocket and unlock it. I text Nina, then secretly take a photo of Noah's living room to send to her. It was too fancy to resist.

She went crazy, sending all types of emojis and letters.

Before she could start speaking real words, I hear glass break, and my head whips around to the sound.

I hear Noah groan, then walk over to the room where he put the dogs in. Though, he closes the door behind him, so I couldn't see what happened.

After a minute, he comes out with his hand held out, carrying something.

I stand up, and walk over to the kitchen.

"What happened?" I ask him, looking down at the glass in his hand.

"The dogs were playing and broke a mirror," He says as he drops the pieces into the trash can. He then holds his hand out, and I look down at the slash in his palm, "Look what they made me do."

"Oh my. That's two injuries in one day."

He scoffs, laughing, "Right?"

He washes off his hand under the running water, and I watch as the blood from his hand goes down the drain. After that, he opens the same drawer I found the phone in, grabbing gauze then a cloth wrap.

"You a doctor or something?" I laugh, "You did that in like two seconds."

He laughs, shaking his head, "No. I'm just clumsy so I get hurt a lot. But thank you for thinking I even could be a doctor."

I dip my head, "Of course."

-

For dinner, he made curry, just like we had at the Indian place. Not as good, but I didn't expect it to be better anyways.

But overall, it was really good.

After dinner, Noah let the dogs out again and they got to join us on the couch as we watched a movie.

"Are you staying the night?" He asks halfway into the movie.

I shake my head, "I wish, but I can't, I have work."

"Early?"

"Kinda. It starts at 12, and it's a little while away from me, plus I like to get up early."

"And when do you get off?"

"5, I think."

He nods, "I'm gonna pick you up after that okay?"

I smile, "Oh really?"

He nods again, "The house is lonely with you now. It feels like you're finally a part of this little dog, cat, family of mine."

"So... I'm an animal?" I ask, raising my brow, though the smile was creeping onto my face.

"No," He groans, his head falling onto my shoulder before looking up at me, "You know what I mean."

"Do I?"

He laughs, then stuffs his face into my neck. The vibrations of his laugh whip across my skin, and tingles float down my spine.

He goes quiet, and I feel my brain power down as his hand trails up my body to the other side of my neck.

His lips were warm, like his hands. I subconsciously tilt my head back, giving him more access to my neck before he pushes me down, climbing over me.

His hands grab the bottom of my shirt, tugging it up before he moves to my stomach. His lips trail up my torso, over my breasts then stopping at my collarbone.

These poor animals.