Borrowed Time

Chapter Sixty Seven

Being inside of Esme's house even when she wasn't there was probably the most therapeutic and calming thing in the entire world... She also really needed to remember to lock her door because Juliette hadn't needed a key to get in and that wasn't safe at all... But she was happy with that. She laid back on Esme's bed, inhaling deeply as she smiled, imagining Esme was beside her... God, her arms would feel so good right now... Her hands...

Her fingers digging into her hips, the feeling of her lips trailing down her neck... Juliette chewed on her lip and sighed, clenching her fingers in Esme's sheets as she shook her head. God, why was she working herself up like this? That felt like a very special kind of torture, one that she hadn't been meaning to experience... But how was she not supposed to do that? Esme was hot as fuck, the mere thought of her was enough to make Juliette's knees weak, being in her room? Alone? God, there was so much opportunity... None that she was going to take... But it was there... Tempting her. Lord, have some fucking strength...

Luckily, before her very low levels of mental strength could fail her, she heard the doorknob turn. Oh... She sat up and cleared her throat, smiling... Either that was going to be Esme or someone who wanted to rob the trailer and possibly kill her, either way? Exciting way to spice up the day.

Esme. God, she looked achingly beautiful.

"Hey baby." She said, watching Esme jump before she turned around frantically, throwing her keys blindly towards the source of the noise. Jesus fucking Christ... Juliette ducked just in time and let the keys fly into the wall before she looked at Esme, wide eyed.

What the fuck was that for? She'd texted her that she was coming over, Esme knew she'd be here... Probably. She'd never actually checked if Esme had read the text, she'd just made an educated guess... Uneducated guess? Either way, she'd made the wrong choice.

"Jesus fucking Christ, babe... You scared the shit out of me, what are you doing here?" She gasped, gripping her chest as she hunched over a bit, leaning against the wall as she tried to pull a breath in... Yeah, fair, she probably had assumed that someone was in here trying to kill her.

Juliette took a moment to let her eyes fully soak in the beautiful image that was Esme Panchek... She looked perfect... And incredibly exhausted, like her shift had taken her entire soul out of her body and drained it before shoving it back in.

She stood up and rocked on her heels for a moment before walking over to Esme so she could rest a tentative hand on her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry... I sent you a text, I thought maybe you'd seen it." Esme lifted her head and gave her a look... God, the bags under her eyes were bad, had today really drained her that much? She'd looked fine before she left school... Hell, she'd looked fairly normal the entire week, but now she looked like Satan had started to steal her life force... She was still really hot... Just in an emaciated, exhausted villain kind of way.

"No, I didn't have my phone out at work." She sighed, and Juliette grimaced... Okay, yeah, she should've gathered that, but she didn't think about it... Shelby texted her on shift all the time, it was never a problem... Granted the country club probably had more strict rules about cell phones than the diner did... She hadn't really thought much about that.

"Good point... I had Shelby drop me off here after we were both done with practice, I figured I could make you dinner or something." Juliette brought a hand down, placing it under Esme's chin so she was looking up at her... God, that made her breath catch in her throat... There was something magical about having Esme look up at her, it always instantly woke something up in her... She wanted Esme on her goddamn back. Her work uniform only amplified that... She'd undone the top few buttons of her shirt and loosened her tie and it was doing her so much fucking justice."You look hot... How was work?" Esme grimaced and straightened up, resting her head against Juliette's shoulder as she let out a frustrated groan. Oh. That good, huh?