Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
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My heart was racing fast behind my ribs from the second I clicked the send button and tossed my phone to the furthest point I could on my bed knowing if I waited for a response by staring down at the device it would only make me panic even more.
I don't know why I was doing it but all I knew was that I needed to see him today and as soon as possible after receiving these gifts. He heard me tell Scarlett it was okay that she didn't get me anything and in a way it's like he's done this to show he did think of me even if it was a few days late – it's the thought that counts.
I needed to thank him for thinking of me, the fact he put these here, but I haven't forgiven him for shouting at me and I plan on talking to him about that if he ends up coming over. I don't even know if he will after ignoring me all day even if at some point he came here to leave the gifts.
After a few minutes passed I shuffled off the bed and quickly changed into comfier clothes, slightly losing hope he'd come over due to the lack of response but also the fact he was not here yet. Although, I have no idea where he lives so it might take him longer than ten minutes to arrive. I slid some pink floral shorts up my legs with some fluffy white socks to keep my toes warm along with a white long-sleeve top.
My eyes kept glancing towards the slightly open window, it was evident he'd been here because it was left open and he had no problem scaling the side of the building coincidently like Eugene from Tangled which is a thought that brought a smile to my face as I slowly brushed through my dark hair once again imagining it as blonde.
The thought of dying it keeps coming to mind and I can't escape it, I just don't want to make a huge mistake and ruin my hair for life. But Sugar agrees with me doing it and all the girls at the club have so I might just have to suck it up and go for it, to simply hope for a good outcome but maybe I should ask for Scarlett's opinion seen as she thinks of me as a princess and I don't want to ruin her perception.
As I went to open my bedroom door to leave so I could wash my face ready for bed there was a clattering from outside my window that caused me to pause in my steps with my hand on the door handle. It wasn't loud but clear enough to make me stop in my tracks, waiting for another noise to be made.
But when a few faint footsteps were tapping on the metal fire escape outside my window I couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto my face remaining right in place but allowing my head to turn to look over my shoulder where a darkened silhouette was right outside. The curtains were blowing in the cool breeze as ringed fingers crept underneath the bottom of the window where I'd left the small gap of two inches.
He came.
It's exactly how he's been getting in every other time because I always forget to draw the latch to stop it from being opened more than a couple of inches. So now he's able to push it up, the old rickety wood being shoved despite resistance and I turned to watch with my back leaning against the door as what small amount of light from my room flooded out into the night without the reflection of the glass panel.
