earned it [h.s.]

44. (*)

Harry.

"Do you want burgers or pizza?" I called from Genevieve's couch.

She was in the bathroom with the door open, changing into a comfy outfit for the evening. The windows were open on this hot August-day, evening wind blowing into the cracked windows and cooling me off a little.

"Hmm." She pondered, "I don't know, you can pick."

I narrowed my eyes while staring at the screen of my phone, "Burgers?" I called back.

"Good!" Genevieve responded and I smiled, quickly ordering us food and some fries before paying for it through the phone and closing my app. I yawned and stretched out on the couch, tiredly closing my eyes after the eventful afternoon.

My stomach was in knots after hearing Genevieve opening up about her childhood trauma. Well, childhood trauma that went on until now, following her still even if she had moved out and was living on her own. Her parents punished her for their own beliefs, something she wasn't even into. She was an atheist, and they didn't respect that. They pushed their religion on her, treating her like a very extreme version of some murderer just because of the life choices she made for herself. Knowingly.

She chose this career and they punished her for it. I had to admit I had been struggling with the idea of seriously dating an escort, but I tried very hard not to judge Genevieve for her work. She was good at it, she was a star at Lotus, and I was proud of her for that. Everything else, all my worries concerning that, were selfish and had actually nothing to do with her and everything with me.

Genevieve emerged from the bathroom looking like her soft self. She wore some light make-up that she hadn't taken off yet, but her hair was up in that clip that I loved so much and she wore shorts and a loose camisole top for the night to beat the heat.

A ventilator was perched up in her bedroom to keep her a little cooler for the night and she sighed out while plopping down on the couch next to me.

"Still thinking about Carrie?" I guessed and Genevieve pressed her lips together before nodding, "Yeah. I'm just worried. She looked so... broken. I hope she can make a decision soon." She sighed and I hummed, gently bringing my hand up to the back of her neck and rubbing a little into the tense skin there.

"So what'd you order?" Genevieve asked and I smiled, "Burgers. Got you this portobello pepper sauce one."

She grinned back, "Thank you, H. That sounds really good."

"And I got some regular fries and sweet potato fries. I know you like those."

"I do." She beamed, near bouncing in her seat out of pure giddiness that I remembered her favourite order.

"D'you want to watch some more of the documentary?" I suggested. Genevieve eagerly nodded, "Yes. I think the next episode was arctic again."

I chuckled and nodded, "Been noticing you prefer those. Got a thing for those orca's, don't you?"

"I do." She agreed, already getting up to grab her laptop. My eyes trailed over her figure, lingering on her ass in the thin sleeping shorts. I nibbled my lip, knowing she usually just wore old large shirts to sleep in and I wondered if she put something cute on for me. The thought alone made me feel warm.

Genevieve returned with her laptop, "I think we should watch on the couch because I'm going to fall asleep in a minute if I get in bed."

I breathed out a laugh and got a bit more comfortable, "Couch sounds good." I opened my arm to invite her into the small space, and even though it was hot and we were sweaty, Genevieve beamed and took the opportunity, cuddling into my side with the laptop up on the coffee table.