𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... a fifteen year old girl falls head over heels for a blast from the past.
𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐃, hopelessly in love with a man who never bat an eye in her direction.
Or so... she thought?
...
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I don't know why i'm being so rude.
I guess I had just realized how much he really hurt me... listening to that again. I haven't performed in two years for a reason.
Two knocks sounded against the door as I was getting rid of my heels. I sighed and walked over.
"Sweats." Tom held them out towards me, there was no way in hell I was sleeping naked in his house. Even if he never came in here, it would still feel weird.
So, I took them.
"Thank you."
He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, standing there, unsure of what to say.
"Can we just... talk."
I played around with the cotton material, not looking directly at him. "Tom... I don't know how to say this without sounding like a bitch. But I don't want to."
"You don't even have to talk. Actually—i'll make you something to eat, so then you can just stuff your face while I talk." He looked so desperate, it was almost embarrassing.
But unfortunately, nothing about him had ever scared me off before.
"You don't even know how to cook."
He smiled and it made my ovaries feel as if they were about to burst out of my body.
It's because i'm celibate, it's my mind playing tricks on me. I'm not attracted to him.
"A lot can change in five years. Change while I boil some water."
—
So, yeah, I may have taken an extra long shower just to avoid him.
But here I am, now sitting on his couch as he set down two plates of chicken alfredo, looking like it had been made from the Italians gods.
"I—"
My phone cut him off.
Incoming call from my love
He glanced at the caller ID and I could have sworn his body tensed for a moment.
"Uhm... just give me a second." I got up, walking into the hallway. I answered his call, being sure I was far enough away from the living room.
"Hey, how are things going?"
I felt relief at the sound of his voice.
"Okay. I guess." I mumbled.
"What's going on babe?"
I glanced to the living room. "I was going to the bar with my friends and I ended up in a predicament. I just want to go home but there's no ubers and everyone is either drunk, asleep, or fucking their brains out."
