Baker

'The tissues are on the second shelf,' I swallowed

'Right,' she nodded holding the sheets as she glides across the room. I pulled on some jeans and managed to cover myself with a sweatshirt.

Did something change?

I didn't get the time to analyse the situation before the bell rang again. Summers head popped out from the other room her brows pushed together, confused.

'Were you expecting anyone?' she queried

'Not that I can remember,' I answered truthfully. 'Go into the bathroom and lock the door.'

'Ya okay, ' she obeyed willingly.

Oh god what if it's the police? She's eighteen isn't she?

As soon as I turned the rusty old knob the door flew wide and a body crashed into me. I lost balance momentarily but was able to successfully stay standing with my arms around a familiar waist.

'Did you miss me?' she looked up with her honey brown eyes and her red curls clustered over her delicate ears. Her face was flushed and her lips pursed. She looked beautiful, just as I remembered.

'Rose,' I breathed in her vanilla shampoo. It invaded my senses and my logic.

'I'm so sorry to just barge in here without calling or anything,' she jumped back and ran her fingers to calm her hair. She was an inch or two shorter than Summer.

'Oh,' was all I could say.

'Were you busy? Is someone here? ' her eyes scanned the room to find a disposed womens shirt beside the bed.

'No!' I lied through my gritted teeth. She saw right through me and her eyes darkened as she pieced it together. Her smile never left and I realised she'd decided to not question me further.

She walked and flopped onto the freshly fucked on bed.

Shit! Summer was still here!

Oh fuck fuck fuck. One of them gotta leave and Rose seems more properly dressed at the moment.

'Why are you here?' I had completely forgotten my anger and resentment towards Rose. My feelings rushed in and I wanted her gone. I was not ready to question my emotions right now. Especially when I just had a good fuck and was feeling good.

'I want to talk,' she wasn't gonna leave anytime soon.

'Now's not the time,' I maintained my stance.

'Did you get my flower?' she grinned dismissing my rudeness.

'Yes, '

'Did you like it?'

'Yes as a matter of fact I did,'

Her shoulders straightened with new-found hope.

'I see, so how about some coffee? ' her twinkled with hope.

'Okay,' why the fuck aren't you gone yet.

She pulled herself up and glided across the small room to the door. I followed her. She stopped midway and whipped around for her sweet eyes to lock into mine. Emotions swam in her eyes while my mine were stuck in my throat. I gulped it down.

The door closed behind her and another one opened to reveal a Summer wrapped in nothing but a paste blue blanket.

'Summer,' I coughed out.

'No it's fine.' she spitted. She passed me and dropped to collect her clothes from the floor.

'Let me explain,' the words came out hurriedly.

She was bent over in the floor. Her body balancing on her tiptoes and now a simple oversized white shirt that covered her upper body. She looked up and strands of her hair fell on her face. The summer breeze blew through the tiny gap of the window above the bed. She must have opened it.

'Go ahead.' Her eyes saw right through me. They were glassy but emotionless and calm?

'Um uh...' I didn't expect her to actually give me a chance to speak. I really thought she was just gonna say no and walk out.

'I'm listening,' she egged me on, hoping that explanation would make her feel any less hurt than she was. How did she look so calm and hurt at the same time?

'She was...she is...my ex?'

'I figured that much,' she got up gracefully still barefoot. Her eyes now on the jeans in her arms. Causally she turned them inside out.

'Her name's Rose.' her calmness was messing with my calmness. It was making me feel agitated. I'm the one who's supposed to calmly explaining this to you. Not the other way around.

'I know,' it was a soft sigh.

'What?' my eyes shot up. Has she been digging around about me? I mean her dad has the money and she probably knows a lot more than she let's on.

She pulled on her jeans on front of me. There was no sexual tension, no overflowing feelings, nothing. Just a peaceful ending to what that effected me more than I ever thought and I should have said it then.

She pulled her satchel like bag on her left shoulder and gently patted my chest.

'You used to say her name in your sleep,' And she walked out, never setting foot in my apartment ever again.

Guilt swarmed in the area she touched before she departed.

I should have said it then.

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