chapter four: monday
For the past two nights, I had slept next to Kit.
For the past two nights, I had zero nightmares.
Correlated? Maybe. Sunday had been a pretty nice day. Arya left me a note in the kitchen saying she had to go home to get somethings and ended up not coming back, but left some Ben and Jerry’s in the freezer as payment for her stay. She was one of the cutest human beings ever. Kit and I stayed in bed all day, watching movies on my computer, only stopping to eat or shower because I was not about to let something happen to his wound again. I cleaned it and dressed it twice and he seemed to be ok.
But today was not Sunday. Today was Monday, and I felt like crying. I had to go to work, and face Willa, the most frustrating human being on this planet. She believed she was the queen of the world and honestly, I was so fucking done with her the first day I met her. She waltzed into the diner thinking she owned it and started talking down to me as if she were my superior. I let it slide that one day… And everyday after that. It was complete shit.
I woke up at 7:00 to my alarm, and found that I couldn’t get out of bed. Kit’s arm was wrapped around my waist and try hard as I might, I couldn’t find my way out of his grip, it just tightened each time I tried to get out.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was groggy from his sleep, but his voice was still smooth enough to send shivers down my spine.
“To get ready for work,” I tried squirming out of his grip once again to no avail, “Some of us don’t have the excuse that they were buried alive to miss work.” He laughed and let me go. I made my way to the bathroom to shower, but I didn’t make it far. Kit hugged my from behind and buried his face into my neck, and I leaned back into him. “Kit, I’m really not kidding I have to go to work.”
“I know,” I could just feel the smirk, “But I don’t want you to.”
“You’ll have Bagheera here, and if anything happens, you can call me and I’ll find a way to get out of work,” His grip loosened a little bit and he kissed my neck, which was the first time he’s ever kissed me. Holy shit.
“Alright, I guess.” He muttered into my hair and let me go. I made my way into the bathroom before he could see the red that was rising into my cheeks.
Shutting the door behind me, I leaned against it and slid down. He really just did that. Why did he do that? I don’t know. But all I can say is that it fucked me over a little because what the fuck? Why? I turned on the shower and took off my pajamas. During the shower, all I could think about was Kit, and I was frustrated. How could one tiny thing get into my head like that, like no. Lucy, get your fucking shit together for once. I got out and realized I had made a huge mistake.
I forgot to bring my clothes into the bathroom.
I wrapped myself in the towel and mad my way out of the bathroom and into my room. I looked towards the bed and Kit was sleeping with his back towards the closet. I let out a sigh or relief and quickly grabbed a bra and some underwear, putting it on and then wrapping my hair in the towel so it would dry a little. I grabbed the black jeans that were on top of my drawers and put them on as fast as one can put on skinny jeans. As soon as I got them over my butt, I heard a throat clear. Fuck. Me. I buttoned the jeans, and took down the towel, wrapping it around me, even though I was wearing a bra. He was sitting up on the bed, with a smirk on his face.
“As much as I enjoyed this little show,” He was laughing through his words, “Shouldn’t you wait until the third date to give someone a lingerie show?” I walked towards him and smacked his arm while he burst out laughing. I was so embarrassed, holy shit. He stood up an took me in his arms while his whole body shook with laughter. I clearly wasn’t laughing and I was pushing against his chest so he would let me go.
I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. He smiled at me and I instantly forgave him for being an asshole. He started leaning down and that’s when the panic set in. Oh my god, oh my god. Like i’d been kissed before but oh my god. But the panic was for nothing. He kissed my forehead, and now I was mad. How was he going to play me like that?
I decided I was having none of his bullshit, and I did one of the last things I ever thought I would do with him. I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him. He hugged me even closer and kissed back, which was fucking amazing. Goddamn, I should start taking more chances. I pulled away, and laid my heels back down on the ground. I let him hug me into his chest and I leaned into him. I looked at the clock that lay on my night stand and, what a surprise, I was running late.
“Ok, now I really have to go, I’m running late,” I let the towel drop to the floor and went to my closet. I grabbed the first shirt I saw that was black, and put it on. I rolled up my jeans, put on some socks, shoes, and went into the bathroom. Moisturizer on, pimples still present, and mascara on. I brushed my hair and ran out of the bathroom. “You’ll be ok, right?” He was standing in the middle of the room dumbfounded, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened, and to be honest, neither could I.
“Hey, Kit,” I waved my hand in front of his eyes and he snapped out of it, “You’ll be okay if I leave right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” He nodded, “I’ll call you if I need anything.” I nodded and smiled at him, and made my way down the stairs. As soon as I reached the door, my phone started ringing and it was an unknown number.
“I do need something,” I heard Kit’s voice on the other line.
“Another kiss.” I stood behind her waiting for her to turn around. She turned around with a smile on her face, but I had no idea what she was thinking. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. This girl was driving me a crazy, and I’d only known her for three days. But in those three days, she’d managed to leave an impression that barely anyone else had.
I watched as she smiled and got into her car, her hair bouncing and her bangs swept off to the sides. She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever laid eyes on, and the only one that made me swoon. I’m such a hopeless romantic, holy shit. I found myself staring into the distance outside long after Lucy had left, and just thinking about her. I’d had a couple of chances to talk to her before that I’d never taken, and if Alexei’s goons had picked another place to bury me in, I would have never met her, or worse. I’d be dead.
I walked back inside and shut the door behind me. Bagheera was sitting on the floor looking at me as if I were supposed to give him something, but how was I supposed to know what if he didn’t tell me? He stared me down and meowed, leading me into the kitchen and to his bowl of food.
“So that’s what you want,” I smiled, “Food, but by the looks of it you could stand to lose a couple of pounds, kitty.” He meowed at me even louder, as if he understood that I was calling him fat and I gave in. I found the cat food under the cupboard and poured some in his plate, which he gobbled up. I pet him a couple of times and then made my way to the couch. Turning on the TV and entering Netflix, I decided I would watch the best show ever. The Great British Bake Off.