"Good morning Anya." I said emerging from my bedroom dressed in work gear.
I was so glad that the room had its own toilet and bath. It made things much easier to get ready in privacy.
"Morning!" She chimed, sipping on her tea and tapping away on her phone.
"Had a nice date?" I made my way over to the kitchen and took a tea cup from the cupboard. I was really starting to get addicted to the cinnamon tea. It was going to be the first thing on my grocery list.
"It was so damn good!! We ha--"
"Good morning..." Rion said walking towards me.
"Morning." Anya said absentmindedly as she explained her date. Until... "Ahhh!!!" She screamed, almost jumping out of her skin. "What the f...."
I watched as her head whipped back and forth about a million times between a smiling Rion and me.
"Oh my God!!" She yelled covering her mouth still in shock.
I rolled my eyes ignoring her as I poured the hot water in my cup. "Rion you want?"
"Yeah... thanks."
By the time I was finished sharing both our cups, Anya had a stupid evil grin on her face. I could clearly see the thousands of questions lined up in her memory to offload on me. Sigh... Today was going to be a long day.
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"Well?" Anya asked sliding over on her office chair towards me.
"Well what?"
"Oh no! Don't you dare play dumb."
I smiled sheepishly. "The last thing I remember was you telling me about your date before you zoned me out and spoke to Rion."
"Girl that boy is too hot for his own good. Those tattoos... Oh my gosh!" She rolled her eyes in bliss.
I was still smiling. In fact, I was beaming and I couldn't help myself.
"Girl!!" She slapped my arm playfully, "You are glowing." Then Anya sucked in a breath. " No shit!!!!... Did... Did you???" Her mouth dropped, almost hitting the floor.
"Anya! Could you stop with the facial expressions?! You are killing me." I chuckled, shaking every bone in my body.
"How was it?"
"Oh God no! We didn't do anything. I..." I paused to carefully gather my thoughts. I really didn't need Anya to read it the wrong way. "I... Um... told him I was a... you know."
"A what?" She asked clueless.
"A virgie..." I whispered.
"A what!?"
I rolled my eyes.
"What?"
The darn girl had a clueless look in her eyes. Anya was worst at reading lips and even worse at cryptic messages. Bah! "A VIRGIN!!" I yelled.
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