Solitude

6| Déjà Vu

"I wanted to apologize for last night."

You raise an eyebrow, mustering her over the rim of your cup of coffee. "Why?"

You haven't talked about the events of the previous day yet. When you woke up this morning, the spot next to you was empty. The mattress was cool to the touch as you turned around, burying your face in the pillow that smelled of her. 

Wanda looks down at her plate, acting preoccupied with her pancake. "Well, I- I fell asleep right on top of you. You couldn't leave because of me. The wine got to my head and-"

"It's fine, Wanda. Don't worry about it." You wave off, mustering her with friendly eyes. "Besides, I slept very well."

"Oh." She breathes out. "That's- That's good to hear. Again, I'm sorry for last night."

Are your eyes playing tricks on you or is she truly getting flustered? A faint pink tone rises over her skin, nearly going unnoticed by you.

"Don't worry about it." The corners of your mouth twitch. "Did you have a good night's sleep as well?"

"W-What?" 

Guilty. This is exactly the reaction you anticipated. The redhead stares at you with big round eyes with her lips slightly agape. You let the question hang in the air for a moment longer. 

Her heart races in her chest at high speed. Memories of your warm skin pressed against hers invade her mind again. You looked so.. peaceful. Did you notice after all? She thought that you slept through the night, not seeming bothered by the occasional thunder crashes. Only once, you whispered her name out loud. 

That doesn't mean anything, does it? 

Taking pity on her, you avert your eyes. After all, you don't want the redhead to faint at the mere thought of what happened. It was surprisingly nice to have someone by your side again but you aren't sure yet if it was with the right person. Wanda is beautiful, there's no denying that. Nevertheless, many beautiful women have shared your bed in the last few years. Women who took your breath away by simply looking at them.

This time there needed to be more to that. And the only quality you figured out about the woman is how easily she can annoy the hell out of you. You're not entirely sure what that says about her or you. 

"I meant with all that alcohol coursing through your blood you must've been out of it." You lie, stealing a glance in her direction. "You were pretty drunk."

"Oh." She exhales, her shoulders relaxing visibly. "Yeah, I slept like a stone. I don't know why I got so drunk. Usually, I can handle it better."

"Well, you probably can't handle it like you're younger self. You're getting older, Wanda." I tease, taking a sip of my coffee. "The college years of partying don't go well with the part of growing older."

You did not just say that. Wanda raises a brow, staring daggers in your direction. One night and she thought that you would be different. How wrong she was about that.

She narrows her eyes. "Do you want to imply that I look old?" 

"Yeah, I do." You smile, not at all frightened by her offended stare. "But not in a bad way."

The comment takes her by surprise. Are you flirting with her or is she misinterpreting the situation again? Judging by the glint in your eyes, you know what you are doing. Wanda gulps, ignoring the pounding of her heart that hammers against her chest. 

You're only playing games with her. The time in the mountains without anything to entertain yourself results in boredom. She is not going to give in to your silly games. Not even when you look at her with that addictive smile that keeps her warm.