"Come on. Let's eat," I said, winking and he slipped out from under me. “Wait. First, where is your bathroom?" Nicholas asked.I rolled my eyes before I responded to his question. "Over there," I said.He smiled dashingly as he walked in the direction I pointed to. I shook my head in disbelief as I watched his tall figure walk away. At that moment, my ears tuned in to the familiar sound of the front door clicking open. I glance up anxiously and felt a weight I hadn't even realized was on my shoulders disappear when I was blessed with the reassuring sight of Rianne, looking as flawless and groomed to perfection as always.She entered through the doorway with her arms full to the brim with groceries. However, it seemed that she simply forgot this fact because the moment she noticed me standing there, all the things in her arms fell to the floor with a clatter and I was instantly enveloped in a tight hug. "Oh my God, Ophelia! You're okay!" she exclaimed.I found myself glancing behind

I had said practically every curse word in the book in nervousness by the time Thursday came around, and at 2:00 PM, I found myself pacing around the living room in anxiousness as I awaited Nicholas's arrival. I knew it was at least half an hour's drive away. Everything in the city centre was, so the fact that I likely wouldn't be as ridiculously early as I was used to was nerve wracking enough in itself. Eventually, my restlessness got the best of me and I finally used the phone Nicholas lent to me to text him. Me: Hey. What time are you coming?I had to endure an agonizing five minute wait before he replied. Nicholas: Something came up, and I am sorry. Is it too late to get a taxi? I felt a small stab of disappointment, but I pushed it away. Then I started typing out a reply.Me: No. Don't worry about it.I was sure that my reply most certainly conveyed my slight irritation. He, for one, should have known how important punctuality was in order to make a good impression. It cou

"I want to kiss you but I don't want to catch whatever it is you have," I said.He laughed at that; a true, whole body consuming laugh that caused me to move as well. I joined in as well, laying my head on his chest. "Maybe, but just don't kiss me on the lips," he said and I could almost hear his smirk. My heart skipped a beat when I met his penetrating gaze. Oh! He means I should kiss him on the cheek, I figured.I was unable to stop smiling as I leaned in, ever so slowly, to plant a kiss on his cheek. But just as my lips were about to come in contact with his, I decided to leave a single light kiss on his jaw instead. He inhaled sharply as I started to leave feather light kisses all the way down his throat until I got to the base of his neck. I glanced up, meeting his eyes as if I was asking for his approval, and the beaming grin I received from him was more than enough to encourage me to continue my trail across to his collarbone, which was clearly visible above his soft linen

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a large pair of frightened brown eyes, which ended up belonging to a delivery boy with a mop of curly brown hair atop his head. My heart clenched at his resemblance to William, but it was faint so I plastered a dazzling smile on my face. His jaw dropped open when he saw me, and I decided to take it as a compliment as he slowly handed me the pizza box. "Um, hi, I am Mick," he said.I blinked awkwardly as he slapped his palm on his forehead. "Oh, sorry! You probably didn't need to know that." I tried for a reassuring laugh as I fished out my purse. "No, it is okay. I am Ophelia." "That's a pretty name,” he commented with a shy smile, and I could feel the pink tinting my cheeks as I handed him the money. The second the notes left my hand, he fumbled and dropped them, and we both watched as they fluttered slowly to the ground. "Sorry!" he apologized again as he stooped to pick them up. "It is okay, you don't have to be so nervous," I said wi

Eventually, the door clicked open and he reappeared, freshly shaven with his hair washed and combed. The room was instantly enveloped in the revitalizing scent of body wash and what I thought was a moisturizer as he set his clothes down on the vanity mirror beside him. I noticed that he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants but still had the shirt he wore today on. Did Shane forget a T-shirt or something? "Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" Ohh…I nearly spluttered through my answer, thankful he wasn't looking in my direction as he took a seat on the very corner of my bed. "Um, uh…" "I only asked because I noticed your reaction earlier. I wouldn't want to be…” He tilted his head from side to side a few times as if he was weighing his options on how to complete that sentence. "Intrusive," he finally finished. "No, it is fine. Really," I said, attempting and hopefully succeeding to appear indifferent as I stood up to grab my own pajamas. I tried to leave the room before the in