Charlotte Johnson grew up in windy Chicago and lived the perfect life. She had a wonderful best friend and got engaged to her high school sweetheart. Charlottes whole world got turned upside down when she walked in on her fiancé cheating on her afte...
"If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us... then there wouldn't be so much fuss about love in the first place." -Rules of Civility by Amor Towles
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I woke up from a deep slumber draped in warm covers. I felt a small weight on my side. I opened my eyes and saw a sleeping Daniel in front of me. He had both his arms wrapped around me. My braids had come undone and his hands were tangled in with the loose hair. I giggled at the deja vu I was feeling. I pecked his cheek and untangled our entwined bodies. I sat up and put on my slippers to avoid the cold floor.
"Babe, come back."
I froze. I felt a hand wrap around my wrist that was holding my weight on the bed. I kept my arm there, trying to keep myself steady. Babe? When? What? How? Huh?
I turned back to Daniel, he looked in a half-asleep half-awake state. "I'll be back," I told him. I got out of his hold and walked into my bathroom. I can't do this, I told myself. It's too soon. Too much. You're moving too fast. You can't be in a relationship. You have literally slept with this guy twice, no sex though, but it's too soon to start a new relationship after that happened. It was only a few months ago, you need more time.
I jumped into the shower to clear these plaguing thoughts, clearing my mind of the all negative things. I reminded myself that I needed to tear down those barriers, it's been months, but was months really enough? Once I got out of the shower I dried off, brushed my teeth and put on my robe, walking into my closet and picking out an outfit. I decided to blow-dry my hair and curl it just a bit, but I went without any makeup. I was wearing this new outfit I got: a black crop top, high waisted distressed jean shorts, a black coverup-thing, some heeled black boots, gold jewelry and a pair of black sunglasses pinned my hair back.
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With one last look in the mirror, I walked out of my closet. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Daniel sitting on my bed stretching his arms, his muscles prominent under his white shirt. I gulped and said "hey" before walking over to my desk and grabbing my things for today.
"Hey Cher," Daniel said. He stood up and walked over behind me. I felt his arms snake their way around my waist and pull me back as I put my laptop into my bag. He rested his chin on the top of my head as I laid my head back onto his chest. I took a deep breath and relaxed into him. I dropped my bag into my chair and turned around in his grip.
"Good morning, brownie." I wrapped my arms around his neck and we stayed like that for a bit. I finally pulled myself onto my tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss before getting out of his grasp. But he didn't seem to like that, so he took a hold of my hand and intertwined our fingers. I looked down at our locked hands then back up at him. He had a sheepish smile on his face, just like the one he had plastered onto his features the day I met him. How these days felt like weeks, I'd never know.
