Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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Though while most mornings, a soft melody resembling a Taylor Swift song would ring from her phone on alarm and wake Greta up, she found herself prying her eyes open to no music this time around.
But rather, she could hear showering water in the background. And with a reach behind her, could sense the absence of the other person she recalled dragging into that bed last night. It took her a minute to recall all that had happened, from the thunder scaring her enough to crack her phone screen, to eating the fries on both her and Eli's plates.
It was mostly a good night. For unlike most evenings she's had lately, she didn't spend it alone. She didn't use sex or liquor as her crutch, nor did she expect him to leave her in the middle of the night.
Despite it only being a few days since their hanging-out, Greta had began to feel a little secure in Eli's presence. He accepted her, craved her. And dare she'd say it, he may even like her.
And out of all the volatile things prone to blowing up in her twenty-eight years, to have someone truly grateful and yearning for her presence seemed to be the most stable thing she could've ever asked for.
She could've left. She knew her friend Krista lived just a few blocks away from this building. All Greta had to do was get her clothes back on, grab her useless phone, and escape to a more familiar sanctuary whilst coming up with a good enough reason as to why she was late to the office this morning.
Greta denied the urge to move though, for the urge to stay had been all the more invigorating as the shower came to an end behind that door. And when he walked from it, her brown eyes lit up at the sight of his body escaping the steam in nothing but a towel and particles of water clinging onto his mountain-man pecs and sternly-rigid abdomen.
As Eli took notice of Greta's awoken presence staring him down, he let out a gentle sigh. "You still want me to drive you back home?"
By now, she'd been all too encumbered in the sight of him. It was enough so to clutch her finger between her teeth in a desire that was both playful and simmering with a kind of devilry that could only derive from the hunger of two people with certain needs.
"We can head out whenever you're ready." She insisted. "So how'd you sleep?"
"Not too bad. Was worried I woke you when I left this morning."
Tilting her head, she was curious, then looked to examine the time on the alarm clock upon his nightstand. "Where'd you go before before 7 AM?"
"The gym."
"Ah." Greta smirked, then finally stood to readjust the clothes twisted about on her body. And as she walked over to where her tote bag was laid by his window, she pulled out a toothbrush along with her mini toothpaste.
