Most girls would be jealous of Calliope Draycott. She seemingly has it all. The friends, the money, the boyfriend, and in a few years, if all goes to plan, she'll have the job too. So why doesn't she feel happy? It's after a disastrous family dinner...
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I haven't been able to get that night with Caia out of my mind. It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing.
But almost a week later, I can recall every single detail of that night to perfection.
The way her hair smelled like lavender. The small smirk she had on her face as she unbuttoned her top. The sharp gasp of surprise when I pulled her close to me.
Waking up to her a few hours after we'd fallen asleep was the best moment of my life, so far. I've woken up next to her before, but those times don't come close to this one.
Because this time was different. Those times we hadn't slept on a bed that felt like a cloud. Those times I hadn't been half-naked. Those times she hadn't been in those silk pyjamas that left little to the imagination. Those times we hadn't undressed each other.
While we slept, my hand had moved from resting on her stomach to under the waistband of her silk shorts to rest on her hip. She hadn't complained when she woke up.
As she woke up, she leaned into me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. as natural as breathing. As if it was something she could do everyday for the rest of her life.
I wouldn't mind that.
I can't imagine anything better than that actually. Because it wasn't just those moments that have been reliving in my mind since that night. It was the way she smiled at me, the looking her eyes when we were talking about our futures, and the flush that went t her cheeks everytime I brushed a strand of her soft brown hair behind her ears.
But all my thoughts always return to her telling me to turn around and seeing an angel acting in a less than angelic manner. Especially when she bent over and shook her arse as she was putting her shorts on. That was just unfair. She knew exactly what she was doing, and that was driving me crazy. Minx.
It's really effected my work this week. I've been daydreaming in the bookshop and unintentionally ignoring customers. I've been distracted in my lectures, to the point where Jen is having to elbow me in the ribs every ten minutes to get me to pay attention. I've definitely missed spots in my cleaning - and over-cleaned others because I've been so unfocused.
Which is why my shift is almost over and I'm only just getting to the offices. Not that the offices ever take long anyway, and if I hurry up, I'll be able to finish on time.
There's still a light on in one of the offices, and for a moment, I'm confused, because it's already ten, and usually, everyone but the cleaning staff and security have gone home by now. So I decide that I'll start with the other offices first, and save that one for the end. Whoever is in there might have gone by the time I get to that one.
I have the worst luck though, because even though I've been cleaning the offices as slowly as I can - and still be on track to finish on time - the light is still on in the office. Then, I realise, with a sinking feeling in my stomach, that my luck is worse than I thought, when I read the name on the door, and I don't know how I've never noticed it until tonight.
