Perfect obsession || book 2

XXXVIII - the wait and the heat

⚠ mature content!!

The wait and the heat

Eira's pov

Waiting is the most difficult part and I hate it to the fullest. I have written my college essay, filled the form, attached the documents and finally submitted the application. And then came the most difficult time. Waiting. Waiting for their response, it was as if the time couldn't move faster. Earth has slowed down its journey around the sun.

I flop back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling, my heart thudding in my chest. I've done everything I can. Now it's out of my control. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier. It has been over a month since I started working against at the Maroon office and almost as much time as that since submitting my application.

The click of lock of the main door opening made me sit up and look expectantly at the door. Jasper was home. I sat up on the couch, eyes locked on the door as Jasper walked in, his tall frame filling the entrance.

"Hey, squirrel," he said, kicking the door shut behind him. He set his keys on the counter, his eyes immediately finding mine. "You've been waiting, haven't you?"

I shrugged, trying to play it off, but my fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, betraying me. "Maybe."

He kicked off his shoes and took off his blazer before striding towards me. He sat down on the couch and pulled me in his arms. "Still no response?" he asked, his voice softer now, more understanding.

I shook my head, biting my lip. "Nothing. Not a single email, call, or even a rejection letter. I thought... I thought maybe I'd know by now."

"You will in some time, you know these processes take time" he pulled me off the couch and into his lap, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Yeah I know but still its hard to wait"

"I know this process is lengthy and all but after missing out on so much, waiting like this can be hard. I just want to jump back to the point where I left off" I worried my lips. A year ago when I left college it was heartbreaking and the only way to overcome that heartbreak is by going back to college.

"Don't worry, this time will surely pass and then these days would be a distant memory" he pulled my lip from between my teeth and rubbed his thumb over it. His touch made energy zip through my veins. "I have a news for you"

"What is it?" I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest hoping for it to be a good news.

"We are going to Milan fashion week" my eyes lit up when the words left his mouth. Milan fashion week. That is dream come true. I always had a dream of visiting that place and now it is coming true.

"If this is some kind of petty joke stop it before I kill you" I warned him.

"No," he whispered pulling me closer, so close that his lips hovered over mine. "This is true" his hands were firm over my hips. We stayed still, in each other's arms. Our bodies were pressed together. My nipples hardened pressing through the thin material of my tank top and into his shirt.

"You're serious," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if speaking any louder would shatter the moment.

His eyes, full of warmth, twinkled with amusement as he nodded. "Dead serious. We're leaving next week."

"Next week?" I questioned, fisting his shirt in my hands. "You and me. Milan fashion week."

"Yes" he whispered proudly as if he knew how happy he had made me. All the emotions, excitement, disbelief, nervousness and everything came rushing all at one. "Now I think I deserve a gift"