Soar With Me (✔️)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

Evelyn

God must hate me.

I'm certain about it.

Because there's no other explanation as to why it hasn't rained in two fucking weeks.

I live in Seattle for fuck's sake. My shoes get wet more than my clothes get dried since I sun-dry everything. Geographically there should be a wave of dark clouds coming anytime soon, but, unfortunately, all the clouds have decided to not travel to Seattle this month.

With each day my desperation is spiking and I'm on the verge of kissing myself. I can't do that of course. With orgasms things are easier. But with a kiss, I can't even try my luck at that.

Yasmine and Ivan notice the way I sulk around the office, always in a bad mood.

I wear one of the perfumes Warren bought me every day because that's the closest I get to having him near me.

A few clients arrived at my office claiming that Warren directed them to me and I found myself almost tearing up at the gesture.

Noah was nice, sweet, and charming. But Warren is on another level. The guy has made it his mission to make me feel butterflies.

He sent six people to me and I was overjoyed with working with them. I was so happy when they admired my work and took my business card. I suspected Warren must have ordered them. But with the smiles washed away my uncertainity.

With the money I earned, I bought Jessica the latest iPad with an Apple Pencil– the same one she picked out online earlier. The smile and hug she gave me brought me so much peace and happiness and affirmed my belief that life is about spreading love and helping others.

I also made progress with the mysterious room I was renovating. I installed wooden flooring that gave the room a minimalist look.

Warren helped me arrange the furniture around the room as it got delivered late at night.

He's always there when I need someone. Like a best friend.

I'd say my relationship with him is now sailing instead of being on the verge of sinking. We're good at holding conversations and there's so much to talk about, not only everything that happened before our friendship broke apart.

We tend to steer clear of that topic. And the kiss. Our mouths stay a good number of feet away from each other. It's mainly Warren who makes sure I'm not playing any tricks to sabotage his plan because God I want to.

I just want to kiss him. So badly.

Miles throttles into the room jumping and woofing at me with excitement. "What's going on buddy?" He barks and settles in my feet. His face tries to reach mine.

Yasmine rushes into the room and shuts my door with a loud thud. Miles and I are both still at once.

"I made a mistake," she says, twiddling with her fingers.

"We all do." Lately, my optimism has been keeping me going.

Positivity attracts nature. Meaning it will rain soon.

I'm acting like such a teenager, but Warren has always made me feel like one.

"Evelyn, you don't understand. I fucked up bad."

Seeing her buzzing with anxiety I gesture for her to sit with me on the couch. "Now tell me what happened?"

"Connor and I, you know how things have been between us. Well, I was walking home alone because my car broke down and I had it towed. Somehow Connor was driving by and he saw me. He offered me a ride home and I agreed. I mean it's not safe in Seattle."