Belladonna | 18 +

Twenty two | Friends & details

✺ Birdie's POV ✺

Last night was everything to me. To be honest, I was scared and thought I wouldn't be good enough for her for many obvious reasons—she's older than me and she would've been the first woman I've ever had sex with.

I told her and aired my thoughts to her. I expected her to be angry and tell me that she wasn't there to hold my hand through the first time, like many other people had but she didn't.

She simply let me know it was okay and that was fine as long as I felt comfortable in myself enough to be with her. That made my stomach swirl and the butterflies erupted shortly after.

And her praise the entire time made me feel good like I was doing something right. In a single night—from staring up until we were lying in bed asleep—she made me feel so much. It was more than I'd been feeling in the last couple of months.

I stirred slightly in my sleep, turning over a little expecting to still be in her arms. At least I wanted to be.

But I wasn't. I moved back a little because I was either lying with my back against her or with my head tucked underneath her chin, I guess you could say I was trying to find her.

But she wasn't in bed. I opened my eyes slowly and adjusted to the light for a moment and when I finally fully opened my eyes, I saw I was quite literally alone in her bed.

Immediately I sat up and looked around. She wasn't anywhere in sight, her bathroom door was open and so was her closet door so I knew she wasn't in either of those spaces.

I sat up thinking for a moment, I wasn't sure what to do. Walking around felt sort of like it was invading her privacy, even if I'd spent the night in her bed, walking around to areas she hadn't exactly shown me yet or was even planning on feeling like I was invading her privacy.

I tapped my phone that was neatly on the nightstand next to me to check the time. 8:43 am stood out to me along with a few messages which I just decided I'd answer later.

Maybe she was downstairs?

I chose to go downstairs and see if she was in her kitchen, if she wasn't there I'd come back up immediately and just wait. I wouldn't venture any further.

I quietly walked down the stairs and through the hallway that led to her kitchen. It was empty. She wasn't there but the fresh smell of coffee did roam around the room.

The coffee smelled so good, it didn't smell like regular coffee it had more of a strong scent. Like they were freshly crushed coffee beans, it made me want a cup.

But I wouldn't take it without asking.

Her kitchen was really nice. Everything was coated in black marble with only small accents of gold around. Her sink and taps were all black which I felt suited the house the best.

It's like her color scheme was very unusual and not exactly common in most houses but it made sense, she made it work at least.

I walked back into the hallway and looked at the photos on her wall, she had a few. She had three main pictures set up in large frames, all of her and other people.

The first one was of her and a woman who didn't look a day over forty but was also oddly similar to her—maybe a sister? She was smiling brightly and wider than I'd ever seen her smile, her smile lines showed and a single dimple she had in her left cheek was on display.

I smiled softly as I looked over it.

The next, she was next to a man who wasn't hard to identify as her father, he wore bold black glasses and had salt and pepper hair, he had a goofy smile on his face while Reynolds had the same cheerful smile as the last one.