"Well, now that you've proposed, wouldn't it be awesome if we moved in together?" Asked Allie.
"Move in together? You're kidding, right?" Grayson's chin crushed his own Adam's apple.
Every single one of their online conversations had begun with him telling her how much he wanted to touch her and kiss her. Now that she had appeared at his workplace in person, she couldn't understand why he wanted distance. All of his messages begging her to come down to Texas were still saved in her phone in a folder with a heart on the cover.
"I don't understand what the problem is, Grayson," she sat on the passenger seat of his car, staring through the window panel.
He dropped his head back onto the headrest, contemplating her features. It was impossible to ignore her silk-like curls, cascading down her shoulders. He gathered a few locks behind her ear and transferred his fingers down her neck. The natural red colored lips were shaped like small rose petals facing each other, which contrasted her lustrous, vast eyes.
Her skin blushed in a peach tone, sensing his digits under her bra.
"Stop," Allie crossed her arms over her breasts.
"Oh, come on," Grayson pressed his fingertips, feeling her smooth sponge, but she forced his wrist away.
"Okay, okay. You're mad," he lifted his palms. "Look, it's true. I'm a bit upset that you're here."
She began paying attention.
"But it's not because of you," he added. "There's something I haven't told you; something that I didn't want to tell you and now that you're here..." he sighed, lowering his head in embarrassment. "Gosh, all I want to do is move in with you, Allie. Believe me. That's impossible with my financial situation. I live in an eight-hundred square feet apartment with three other guys and I can barely pay the rent. Literally, seventy percent of my salary goes to pay student loan debt."
His fiancée straightened her neck, softened her gaze, and held his hand.
"Grayson, why didn't you tell me this before?"
"I didn't want you to think I couldn't take care of you if we got married."
"My first thought wasn't to marry you for money. You love me and that's all that matters."
She gave him a peck on the lips.
He pulled her neck toward him and continued kissing her.
Their tongues were slow dancing in each other's mouths. She really liked feeling his nicely cut beard and his mustache tickling her upper lip. That always got her excited until she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. Her mouth pulled back a few inches.
"What are you doing?" She meant, I know what you're doing.
"It's been such a long time, Allie. It misses you. It misses your lips," the cannon was out and loaded.
"I won't do that here. It's a public place," her eyes shifted to the dashboard, not wanting to look at his mound.
"We're inside my car. It's alright."
"No. I want to do it but not like this. Let me find a place and then we can talk about that stuff," she fixed her hair.
"Fine," he rolled his eyes.
The parking lot got quiet.
Eternal happiness. That's what Allie March thought when she inhaled the t-shirt her boyfriend had left behind in her trailer. She could count the times she had seen him in person with her fingers, but he was not afraid to say I love you on the second date.
They had been in a distant relationship for three years. Sharing their feelings through a webcam or a phone wasn't easy, of course.
Not being able to touch Grayson every time Allie wanted, had been taking a toll on her. She felt lonely, but she was not going to look for comfort in someone else. The ladies in the religious habit taught her all about adultery.
Cheating is wrong, even in a board game, young lady. It's only common sense that if it hurts someone else, doing it is out of the question.
That's why, when Grayson asked her to marry him a week ago, she had to pack her things, drive six hours to Houston and surprise him.
The proposal was not extraordinary. He asked her to marry him over the phone, saying that he couldn't wait any longer for them to be together. She wanted the same thing and gave in to her desperation.
"My van is parked two blocks from here. Do you think you can drop me off there?" Asked Allie.
"Sorry," Grayson winked, "I promised my roommate I'd get groceries after work, so I'm kind of late for that."
"Oh, alright, then." That's understandable. "I'll call you when I find somewhere to stay."
Allie exited Grayson's car and watched him speed down the spiral indoor road. Walking back to the elevator, she wondered if she'd have to sleep in her van that night. The dinosaur did not even have proper air conditioning and the Texas weather was unpredictable.
The front pocket of her jeans was bulging with miscellaneous items. She pulled out her smartphone to check for hotel prices when coins, a candy wrapper, and a gas station receipt fell on the pavement. Her knees dropped, picking up a quarter and a few pennies, then she reached for a wrinkled paper in front of her. Maybe it was a flyer for a lost puppy.
She unfolded it, finding a number on it with a very creative title that read, Wanted: Ugly Female Roommate.
I am looking for a clean, honest, decent,UGLY, FEMALE roommate in the Kirby Heights. Did I say Kirby Heights? The best place to live if you go to college but hate partying. Your mouth will drop at how affordable it is. Don't believe me? Call Dean Freeman for an interview.
P.S: Don't bother calling if you are a dude or if you think you're too pretty.
Allie chuckled at the flyer and decided to give the number a try. Even if it was a prank, it was the first opportunity that knocked on her door.
"I haven't slept in two days," she said. "I hope that makes me look ugly enough."