Twisted

Chapter 14

Erin's POV.

"Hi Marilyn," I smile warmly at her. I hardly have time to react as she skips over to me, wrapping her arms around my body in a comforting hug.

"Hello darling," she giggles as she stretches on her tip-toes, kissing my cheek.

Okay, so uhm, I didn't expect that.

"What are you doing here?" I nervously laugh, taken aback by her kiss.

"Well, I haven't seen much of you since my party, so I was hoping we could hang out," Marilyn says while twirling her hair, beaming.

"Yeah," I nod my head in understandment. "Sure, did you want to go somewhere or something?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could just hang here? I mean, if that's okay with you?"

"Of course it is," I assure her. As I gesture with my arms the towards the door, I pull my key from my jean pocket and insert it in the lock.

"Thanks Erin," Marilyn says, and I turn around to see her staring at me with gratitude.

"It's no problem," I smile, for what's probably the billionth time today, and I allow her room to step inside my house.

As Marilyn casually walks through the front door, I take note of her outfit. She's wearing dark blue jeans and some white sneakers. When she takes off her purple jacket, a thigh length long, light green shirt is revealed that reads, "I like my boys sweet ". I almost blush at the thought as to why would be wearing that in the first place.

Kicking my gym shoes off by the front door carpet, I walk over to Marilyn whose sitting in a chair at the kitchen tabel. "Mar, would you like me to take your jacket?"

She turns her head over in my direction, gleam washing like a tidal wave over her wide hazel eyes. I notice her polished, white teeth when the corners of her mouth raise with joy. "You haven't called me that in so long. Of course, Erin, thank you."

I nod my head, taking her jacket, gently placing it on the banister railing on the stair case.

"You know, I've always liked your kitchen, Erin," Marilyn coos. "It's practically perfect, just like you."

"Well, uhm, thank you," I hesitate, as I stride towards my apron hanging on the other side of the kitchen. "Would you like something to snack on? My dad isn't here yet, so if you're planning on staying for dinner, I can fix something for us to eat in the mean time."

"I actually wasn't planning on staying for dinner, but snacks sound great, sure," Marilyn says.

I then notice how her eyes drift down to my apron. Marilyn smirks. "Wow, I haven't had an Erin Davidson desert in a while. I think I'm going to enjoy this."

I chuckle. "Alright, what do you have a taste for?"

"Hmm, something really sweet," she winks at me.

"How does apple pie with whipped cream sound?"

Marilyn giggles. "That sounds just wonderful"

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"Mmm, it's like eating a piece of heaven with a dash of angel and pixie dust," Marilyn groans, as her eyes flutter, and she chews another fork full of apple pie.

I laugh. "Well I'm glad you like it. Thanks for the complement."

"No sir, thank you for filling my mouth with a taste of paradise," Marilyn praises, placing her fork on the side of her plate as she finishes her last bite. After a couple of seconds or so pass, I notice her smile is somewhat gone. She seems to be deep in thought.