"Goddamn it Ella, open your eyes, own up to what you're feeling. Look at the person who you are feeling this with and realize that I might actually be the right guy for you"
Dancer Ella's life is made up of ballet, highschool and her long time boy...
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I wake up the next morning to an empty bed, almost making me forget that Jay had been next to me the whole night. The only thing that reminded me was the woody smell that lingered on the sheets, making me feel all gooey inside.
I kick the sheets off me and stop in my tracks as soon as I see myself in the mirror. I look like a literal hot mess, and flush at the thought of knowing that Jay had woken up before me seeing me like this.
My hands reach for the comb left on the dresser and I take my bun out of its very messy nest, quickly combing through my hair. I opt on leaving it down and go to look for Jay.
Before going down the stairs, I peak through the door next to my guest room revealing a big room with a wall covered with mirror glass. It was a fitness room with tons of weights and a few machines. In the middle, there was enough space to make something more out of the room then just a weight room.
Dance. Julliard. Audition tomorrow.
I realize that I now have the opportunity to practice for my routine, something that has been in the back of my head since coming to New York.
I'll come back up after breakfast.
Making my way downstairs, I smell something heavenly in the air being cooked. I follow my senses to meet Jay in the kitchen cooking French toast.
He looks up from turning the toast on the stove with a smile on his face. "Hey, you're up. Hope you're hungry," he winks.
My stomach grumbles at the sight and smell. "Very," I admit, which causes him to chuckle. He turns around to get a plate from the cupboard and my eyes trail down to his lower torso where his grey sweats hang low on his waist.
He whips back around which causes me to flush a deep red color. He smirks as if knowing why I was burning which made it even ten times worse. "Eat up," he says, pushing the plate towards me.
I dig in, trying to stop myself from moaning at the taste of the food. It was heavenly. What couldn't this boy do?
I look up at him realizing that he's staring at the pig in me. "What?" I squeal.
"Nothing, you're just cute," he murmurs with a small smile on his face. He turns back to making the rest of the French toast as if he didn't say anything special.
"I saw your fitness room," I say, after gulping down the freshly pressed orange juice he had made me. "There's a lot of space in the middle of the room, so I was thinking I could practice my routine there. I mean if that's okay with you," I stutter.
"Of course, you can do whatever you want with the space"
