" He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. "
-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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A story in which Roux Sworn is forced to navigate through Hemlock Gro...
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"HEARD YOU GUYS WERE FUCKING EACH OTHER AT THE MALL YESTERDAY" ☆★
DINNER AT Roman's was exactly as he said.
His mother, Olivia, had asked probing questions that made Roux's ears burn with embarrassment. She was foreign, too. Olivia Godfrey held an impeccably posh accent and wore only the brightest whites that contrasted beautifully against her long, dark hair. She was definitely a rare beauty.
Roman's darling sister on the other hand, Shelley, was wonderful. Her outward appearance was nothing compared to the sweetness she held within her soul. And a quite poetic soul for that matter. Roux became engrossed in their conversation over poets such as Wordsworth, Lord Tennyson, and Rossetti. It was as if the girls had known each other in another lifetime, and Roux could tell it pleased Roman immensely that they got along.
He would smile at her and talk to his mother about how they met at the café, all the while slipping his long fingers in and out of her. Roux had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, forcing a pained smile as if nothing were the matter.
And of course he had offered to take her home afterwards like a gentleman and even kissed her goodbye— just not on her mouth.
Even as Roux stood on her Uncle's porch and watched the cherry red Jag burn rubber down the road, she couldn't help the small smile that crept its way onto her face. Dinner with the Godfrey's was one of the greatest evenings Roux's had in a very long time.
As if in a trance, Roux went inside feeling as light as a feather, that is, until a voice halted her mid-stride.
"You still seeing that Godfrey boy?" Uncle Tom asked.
Roux turned at the base of the staircase to see him peeping out of his study, still clad in his Sheriff uniform. It seemed that even when he was at home he was still working. She gulped. There was something unpleasant in his tired eyes this time around.
"Yes. I already told you yesterday that we were having dinner at his house tonight." She replied.
Uncle Tom grunted. "And he's alright with you? Doesn't push himself onto you? Treats you like the decent girl I know you are?"
Beneath her wrap dress, Roux squeezed her thighs together as if he could smell where Roman's face had been not five minutes ago. If her Uncle wanted to get technical, she was still a virgin if that's what he was worried about.
Roux suddenly grew uncomfortable. "Uncle Tom, if you're worried about my virtue let me assure you it is still intact." Not that she could say the same thing for Thing 1 and Thing 2.
