Cupid's Mistake

CHAPTER SIX

We arrived at the stairs of my apartment and she regretfully removed her arm from around my shoulders. We walked up the flights to my apartment. I took the key from my pocket and held it up to the door. My hand shook violently as I tried to put the into the lock. After the second attempt, I turned to Devin.

"Here," I muttered and placed the key in the palm of her hand. She offered a soft smile and slipped the key into the lock. With a quick twist, the door opened and revealed my home. We entered.

"You have a beautiful place." She said and observed the few decorations I had put out. I simply nodded and wrapped my hands around my middle, feeling bare and vulnerable to her judgment. She only took a few more seconds to observe my place before noticing my discomfort. She sighed and stepped towards my couch.

"Why don't you go take a shower, it will help you feel better." She calmly said as she sat down. "I won't leave unless you want me to." She lifted an eyebrow waiting for a response.

"Stay." I hummed and walked to my room. I collected my clothing and walked across the hall into the bathroom. I locked the door and a soft click interrupted the silence. Suddenly, I heard shuffling from the other side of the door.

She's leaving. She thinks I'm annoying and weird. Of course, she would.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.

"Don't lock the door, hon. Just so I can get in if something happens." A soft sigh escaped my lips at her concern. I heard her shuffle away from the door after I unlocked it.

She was right about the shower, it did help. I threw on my sleeping shorts and an extra-large top that I had received long ago from a past boyfriend or someone. I wrapped my hair up in the towel to let it dry and exited the bathroom. Devin was still sitting on my couch, watching the blank wall and holding her hand. When she heard the door open, she turned to look at me. A small smile worked its way onto her face. At first, I thought she was smiling out of sympathy for me, but after looking at her for a moment longer, I knew she was being genuine. There was sorrow there, for me, but no pity could be found.

"How are you feeling?" Her words were like honey, sweet and soft. Her voice was deep but breathy and light. I almost didn't catch her words, because I was too focused on her tone and voice itself.

"I'm better." I returned her small smile and walked to the fridge. From the freezer, I pulled a bag of frozen peas and joined her on the couch. She gratefully took them and rested them on her knuckles. Even her knuckles drew me to her. They were calloused and well worked. I could see her labor in her hands, yet they were clean and healthy-looking.

"Thank you," I said quietly and looked down at my own hands.

"I should be thanking you." Devin said and held up the bag of peas with a cheesy smile.

"You wouldn't have needed them if it weren't for me," I responded. The room when quiet for a minute. She didn't know how to respond.

"I like your furniture." She finally interrupted our moment of silence. I looked up to meet her eyes. There was amusement in her eyes and a wide grin on her lips. Her lips. Her teeth, and her nose crinkled just the right way.

I noticed her wide green eyes and her brown hair that had been tied into a bun atop her head. the sides of her head were shaved giving her an undercut that suited her well. Her chin came down to a nice point and her jaw was prominent and narrow. Her cheekbones lifted into a smile and swelled below her eyes. She was so beautiful. I then noticed her blue and green striped sweater and what looked to be a white t-shirt below it. I could only see the collar peeking out from below her sweater. She wore black jeans and black boots.