What happens when you don't want to take the high road? When the situation is so unfair you can't help but hate the world? When you're tired of always losing?
Rowena Tremont is tired of being on the losing end of love. Now she has an opportunity to...
The rain outside thudded with greater intensity bringing Rowena back to the present. Wait what time was it? Damn, she was late! She should have knocked on Rhami's door 7 minutes ago! Her detailed daydreaming had distracted her as usual. Quickly, Rowena grabbed the hamper from the passenger seat, checked her make up one last time, opened the purple umbrella that complimented her plum camisole, and made a dash in the rain to Rhami's front door.
Shivering in the small alcove at the door Rowena tried to avoid stray drops of water hitting her hair, it had taken her ages to get it to curl just right. Her morning sacrifice of precious sleep was not going to be made redundant because God forgot to turn off the taps. A particularly voluminous drop leered above her, threateningly gaining more mass as it languished above her head. Rowena eyed it menacingly, as if by the sheer force of her will it would rethink its path. Suddenly, the door was pulled open.
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Just like that, Rowena's stomach dropped. A tingling feeling crept all over her body, as if a wicked band of imps were poking her with pins and needles, torturing her to confess her love. Just seeing Rhami's grumpy face pulled out her smile, like his face was the opposite side of her happiness magnet. "Surprise!"
"What are you doing?" Rhami's light green eyes, all the more stark against his olive brown skin, squinted out at her.
Rowena took a deep breath preparing to launch into a rehearsed description of the delicious breakfast he was about to receive but nothing came out. Her eyes were stuck on how Rhami's disarrayed black hair, styled into a fade cut contained evidence of his recent visit to the shower. Now these were water droplets she wanted to fall on her. Her eyes wouldn't move. It would have helped if her brain was actually telling the stubborn orbs to move instead of pumping out endorphins as fast as it could at the sight of his glistening strands.
"Rowena? Rowena! Ugh, whatever. It's freezing." Rhami turned around and padded back to his room. She must have been earlier than she thought. This was so much better than waltzing in after he was dressed. Rowena's gleefully widened eyes took in the terry red towel wrapped around his waist and the drops of succulent moisture dripping off his golden skin. She swallowed unconsciously; casting an appreciative eye over his lithe back, her eyes snagged on the low-slung towel, which demonstrated to all interested viewers how his lean hips rolled as he walked. Why was she here again?
Rowena considered herself a go-getter in all things. Once she set her mind to get something, nothing and no one got in her way. She was her own heroine. Afraid of nothing. Right? Right. If only she was brave enough to reach out and touch that glistening back. A sigh escaped her. Once he was out of view she mentally wiped the saliva dripping from her hanging mouth and collected herself enough step into the house and close the door. Time to start making magic happen.
With eight determined strides Rowena moved towards the back of the two bedroom flat and entered the 'kitchen', if you could call this 'sneeze and a body part will fall out of the door' room that. Happily, she unloaded her shopping haul and rummaged through the cupboards for pots and pans.
