Morning came.
I woke up a bit later than usual. I opened my eyes and immediately noticed that my face was pressed to what I thought was a pillow. It was a very firm pillow, and I had my arms wrapped around it, and vice versa.
Suddenly, the pillow began to move, almost as if it were alive and breathing. Realization dawned on me as my eyes snapped open.
I slept on the same bed as Roy. Also, I was in his arms. After that, I looked up to see if he was still asleep.
Lucky for me, he was because I had to get out of there ASAP. Honestly, if it weren't so awkward, I would love to stay longer since I get to feel his hot body with my face, even though he had clothes on. It felt like hugging the statue of David. It was as if he had approximately 5% body fat.
Anyhow, he was tightening his embrace, not knowing that I wasn't a pillow. Well, it was nice, and it gave me butterflies in my stomach, but I had to go before he saw me. So, I managed to carefully slip out of his arms without waking him up. After that, I got out of bed and rushed to the door.
Once I got out, I slowly and quietly closed it.
"Pepsi?" someone gasped as they called my name.
"Oh, no," I whimpered, then I turned to that person with a dreadful expression.
It was Barry with a surprised yet teasing look on his stupid face. Shocker. "Oh. My. God."
"Wipe that grin off your face. It's not what it looks like."
"Is that so?"
I had to control my hand so it would not form a fist. "Yes."
"Okay," he snickered.
"If you say a word to anyone, I'm gonna..."
"Relax. Your secret love is safe with me." Afterwards, he turned around to head to the stairs, giggling to himself.
I felt so embarrassed and just quickly went to my room.
What the heck was wrong with me and whatever was going on that day?
Nope, never mind. It shouldn't matter if I felt embarrassed. At that time, Roy needed a shoulder to cry on, and I was the only person there with whom he felt comfortable. I couldn't just refuse to lend an ear.
Poor guy, I could only imagine what he was going through. Having to wait for the possibility of losing a loved one can make you crazy anxious.
It was not that I had it good, but at least I didn't have to wait in agony about Topher and my dad's life-or-death situation.
Once I got ready for the day, I had to text my brother to move our plans for that day since I had offered to accompany Roy to the church to pray for his father.
Alden told me it was okay since he couldn't make it because of a work emergency. I felt relieved, as it meant there was one less commitment for me to worry about.
After that, I took some clothes to wear for the day, grabbed a towel, and went to the showers.
And then I was on my way to the dining area when I smelled the bacon, which made my mouth water.
I got a plateful of them with some scrambled eggs and a stack of pancakes. While eating, I checked my phone for any emails about a photoshoot and had to answer them.
One of the clients showed me a moodboard for his shoot. It was for a grand sweet sixteen pictorial. Her theme was Marie Antoinette. As I studied the details of what they requested, it made me think of France, and it led me to think of Europe.
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Sentimental Chances (On-Going)
General FictionReady for some ugly crying? Well, be emotionally ready with this one. Fashion photographer and photo studio owner, Pepsi Picardi, settled in a small mountainous city with her boyfriend. Everything was simple and perfect for the young couple in their...
