Chapter 6
REED
Now that I’ve finished the bed, I decide to work on an end table. I’m using old pallets that I found behind the university and some PVC pipe. I just need to pick up some spray paint on my way to Lexie’s later.
It’s been a week since my lips touched hers.
I let the memory sharpen, turning it over in my head again and again. Dissecting it. Letting it fester.
The way she tasted, and her sweet apple scent still lingers but that’s not what gets to me. It’s the way that she fucking melted into me while kissing me back like it’s something that is a normal occurrence between us. It was like her body chose before she could decide for herself.
Of course, I’ve done my weekly routine of watching her. She goes for coffee at the Dark Roast almost the exact same time every morning. Three days out of the week she works out before getting said coffee, but besides that she’s in class all day before she walks home.
I’ve been finding myself wanting to touch her again. But as much as I want to, I haven’t made a move just yet.
The need to taste her again suddenly becomes overwhelming. I need her.
Maybe it’s time to pay her a visit, and not from a distance this time.
It’s eight o’clock on a Saturday night and a hit or miss if Lexie goes out or stays in.
Pulling up behind her apartment complex, I kill the engine.
There’s two choices, I can either go up and knock on her door, or I can take my chances and climb the fire escape to go through her window.
I decide on the latter, making it up to her window, I peer through the sheer curtains. She probably got those thinking it would be good for sunlight, but they don’t hide shit. The lights are off and I can see her living room furniture through them. Guess she decided to go out tonight.
I tug on the window and it surprisingly opens. “Fuckin hell.” I mutter to myself.
Why the fuck didn’t she lock this when she has a fire escape?
Climbing through the window, I’m careful not to knock her shit over on the table and shut it behind me, making sure to lock it.
I turn the standing lamp on behind the couch, just for a little light. I check the time on my watch, not quite sure how late she’ll be out tonight.
I make a note of the open space. It’s not very big but who needs a huge living space when only one person lives here.
I kill the light in the living room and make my way to her ensuite bathroom. She has beauty products lined up perfectly on the counter, a brush with not a trace of hair in it and the little cap on her toothbrush.
Now that I think about it, not a single thing is out of place in her whole apartment. Everything is squeaky clean, with no clutter in sight and she has plants in almost every corner.
It really makes me think about what kind of anxiety my place would give her.
There’s a green glass bottle on the counter with a silver top adorning it. It catches my attention, so I open the top and inhale.
“Goddamn.” I close my eyes. It’s her fucking perfume.
I tip it over and let a few droplets leak out onto the top of my hand then smear it over the vines and letters on my skin.
Putting the cap back on, I decide to pocket it. I’ll get her a new one.
A lock clicks before I have a chance to go through anything else.
Flipping off the light, I sit on her bed quietly and wait.
Time to play.