Outside, snow shines on the ground like glitter. Most of the streets are plowed by a truck with a shovel-head. On the radio, the news station has a ball over the weather. "-15 tonight, with more snow on the way, and it doesn't stop there, for the rest of the month the NY will get loaded-"
"You didn't forget anything, did you?" Sam looks to me, waiting.
I usually forget something. "Umm...let's see, I have my bag, my phone...uh oh damn no PJs, fuck!"
"I meant important stuff; you can sleep in underwear and still be comfortable."
A red light ahead makes the car halt. "Okay, I will." Sam gives me an intense survey, his eyes lowering as if imagining me in a way he hadn't seen me in a long while. "Hey, eyes on the road, mister!" I take him by the cheeks then turn his head straight.
"Yes, my queen." He says, half bowing in his seat.
Our next stop is Chase Bank. I get out of the car, rubbing my hands together and pressing one of Sam's coats against me tightly; it's broken zipper falls down the line repeatedly. The sun is bright but shares little warmth. I miss the warm car 😩
My teeth click as I sprint a sloppily plowed parking lot, to the bank's building, slipping a few times. The knob is cold to the touch as I turn it and race inside, being bathed in gushing heat. "Ahh!" I breathe out as if having an orgasm, when my body is heated by the building's vents.
The smell of paper and ink soothes my mind, taking me back to elementary school. I wait in line; five people are in front of me. I'm glad to be in the shortest one; the rest are long. I pass the time on my phone, checking my email, in case of an update on the card. After, I load The Sims 4. This is my shit, my childhood. I create a curvy goth character, with big boobs and a juicy ass.
A text banner drops from the top of my screen.
SAM: is it packed?
ME: Yep...and ur ass all cozy in the car 😒
SAM: Nice and toasty 🥰
SAM: We can just buy the tickets with cash 👀
ME: 🤮
SAM: 🙄
I go back to playing my game, moving my character, Jesse, into a fixer-upper house. I redecorate the home, adding floors and paint. When done, my character introduces herself to the neighbors who bring house warming gifts. Next, I get a job as a teacher, and flirt with a random guy.
"Excuse me?" I look up, now realizing that I am next in line. Wow, time flies when playing the sims. Damn.
"Oh, sorry." I pocket my phone and go to the counter. "I'm here to make a deposit."
"Hello." A woman greets me sweetly. "I can definitely help you with that, please hand over the cash or check, and insert your card."
I take the debit card and money out of my new bag, $340, and hand the bills to the worker. I insert my card, waiting. I still feel cold, as if the air is forged up my veins. I shake despite my environment being warm. I enter my PIN, select the green button, and wait again. The employee types on a computer. I feel the hot intensity return to the same places; my temples and fingertips. I watch the woman continue working on the computer and type in numbers; my heart beating like a hammer.
It's just excitement...What else could it be? I'm happy to have money and am still bummed out about not getting more. Chill, I'm being over-analytic.
"You can remove your card now." My fingertips go numb as I yank my card out from an obnoxiously beeping machine. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
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I Can't Own You? (BOOK 1)
Romance*COMPLETED* (18+) MATURE Wrong number...usually a person would delete the number, right? A mistaken text leads to blood money and danger. Chris Johnson, a gender fluid male, receives a text from a mystery guy who shares a card number. Aware that i...