Josephine Langford: a girl that need to move out from her country and follow her British dream so Christin Collins a big family friend that has a publishing house in the center of London so he invites her to work with him.
She doesn't think too long...
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nathancent: @josephinelangford said that I looked good this morning so she took this🤓
I can't not stare at my phone hoping to not see a photo of them in their social networks. She is at Nathan's and I'm completely going crazy. I still remember so well her face and the disappointment on her eyes.
I walk into the apartment hoping to see her sleeping on the couch with her laptop on her lap as always but I don't see her. "Jo?" I call her hoping that maybe she is the bathroom or her bedroom but when I notice that her shoes are missing in the entrance, I loose every hope. I take my shoes off and then I lay on the couch with my hands on my head.
I fucking ruined something that was going on between us two. That something that felt like magic. I'm a fucking idiot that got drunk and then he decided to let her sleep on his bed instead than call a taxi and make her go home. Of course she thought that I had sex with Chanal. I take a deep breathe closing my eyes and then when I let it go I hear something that aren't the air that's getting out ow my nostrils but is the lock of the door. So she steps in and then our eyes meets. She stills so mad at me. Her stare is so cold and unfamiliar. "Jo." I say and then she rolls her eyes while she's taking her shoes off. I look at her outfit and she wearing a dark gray hoodie that's ten times bigger then her. It's a his hoodie? No way. They actually bonded that much in New York? "Jo please." I say standing up and trying to follow her but she closes herself in our bathroom smashing the door loudly in front of my face. "Jo, I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry for breaking th-" I try to say with my forehead placed on the door but she plays some music. I'm so desperate because I feel bad looking at her avoiding me.
I'm not giving up. I sit on the moquette that's covering the corridor floor. I recognize the song it's 'I Dare You' by The xx. Our music tastes are so different, she likes this type of songs that have that kinda of throwback vibe, with a soft melody, with a bass she is such a old soul, while I'm more for the commercial music especially the British rap.
Exactly after the third song I hear the water stops. She finally done! So I stand up from the floor and after few seconds the doors open. Bloody hell.
I was to open my lips and say the script that I wrote in my head about my honest excuses but when I see her body wrapped only by a towel that reaches till the middle of her thighs my body goes on fire. Her shoulders are still wet with some water drops on them that if I could I will love to count them. Everything to be able to stare al her skin and at the most attractive collarbones I've ever saw. I look at the white towel and God... I can still see her curves I get a flashback to that dress for her boss's birthday party. That dress was the hell mixed to the heaven to me.
I shake my head trying to avoid the thought that under that towel she's freaking naked. "Jo I'm-" I try to say. "Hero, I heard you. I don't give a shit about your excuses. Now let me go I have work tomorrow." she says smashing her shoulder on mine while she's surpassing me.
