Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+

42 | Cerise

Cerise stepped down the walkway alongside her apartment, her nose in her phone as she checked her notifications on the way to her apartment complex's mailroom.

Swiping through her messages, the latest one from Saint made her smile as she re-read the conversation.

Cerise: I'm about to stop procrastinating and work on that project.

Bubs 💋🖤: No problem, Cherry. You'll knock it out in no time.

Bubs 💋🖤: When you're free, let me know. I wanna be where you are.

Cerise: Okie dokie 🥰

That was already a few hours ago now, but her mood was still just as boosted as it was when she first read it.

Her fingers began to tap away on the chipped tempered glass protecting her precious phone:

Cerise: I'm finally doneeee.

A small pout formed as her message wasn't immediately read like usual, but giving him some time, she switched to her music app to change the song playing in her ears.

Humming along, she tucked her phone into the band of her pocketless biker shorts. While descending the staircase, she ended up having to cross her arm over her chest as there was perhaps a little too much movement, a consequence of her lazy decision not to put her dreadful bra back on for the quick trip.

She would be spending the rest of the day like that if the evening went her way anyway, and she already knew Saint wouldn't have any complaints.

They would be spending the night together. Something that hadn't been done in a while, honestly.

At least at her place, that is.

Ever since their relationship became official, she'd spent most nights at his house.

The obvious preference had gone undiscussed, but it was clear to her that in terms of comfort, Saint's place had her quaint little apartment beat.

And if she was honest with herself, it was much easier to sprawl out on Saint's California king than her extra-firm full-size one. Not that she minded Saint wrapping himself around her to keep his feet from dangling off the edge.

However, in this particular case, her semester was wrapping up once again, and that simply meant she needed more solitude.

And less temptation.

So she planned to stay at her place all week to focus, and Saint would wait patiently until she was finished, ready to have her attention all over again.

They planned another cozy movie night. Snacks from the store, something nostalgic, low-effort, and all comfort.

Just like the beginning of everything. Of them.

Shaking out of her thoughts, Cerise pushed open the mailroom door and neared her dedicated box. Sorting through her jingling keyring, she separated the tiny brass key from the others before jamming it into her mailbox. Yanking it open, she shuffled through the stack of mail, organizing it until they were in order of importance.

It was a new habit that she picked up from when she sometimes doubled as Saint's assistant at the parlor, but she found it helped her stay on top of things better.

When it came to her own mail before, well... they usually would be briefly scanned before she tossed them on her desk, pretending like she didn't see them when walking by. Until the sight of the clutter bothered her, at least.