pleasure. Guilt surged within me as I started to read.
Hey babe. Missed U so much. Whatcha say to nice dinner. Just U & I.
Groaning, I dropped back on the bed. Cameron had said he needed months to think. Why did he have to text me today of al days, less than four weeks after our break-up? It wasn't fair, not now when I had no idea what was happening between Aidan and me.
I rubbed my forehead, unsure what to do, when I remembered Rebecca's clothes were stil hanging in the closet. Nothing was going on between us because Aidan stil cared about his ex. To text Cameron back, I'd have to go to the laundry room. It was after four in the morning. Cameron had sent the message shortly after midnight. As much as I hated to keep him waiting, I couldn't bring myself to walk down to the basement now. I might freeze my feet off. Besides, Aidan could stil be lurking around. I felt the tel tale heat rise to my cheeks, and touched my fingers to my swol en lips, his caress stil vivid yet mortifying in my mind.
Should I tel Cameron? He may not be the jealous type, but I couldn't risk him changing his mind about us yet again. After taking a quick shower, I put on a fresh pair of flannel PJs and cuddled beneath the covers. Ignoring the sudden sense of being watched, I focused on my plans and the future with Cameron—a dinner that'd turn into a romantic declaration of love, Cameron realising that what we shared was special, moving in together and final y meeting his parents. The pictures I conjured in my mind seemed hazy and forced, unrealistic, making me feel like a little girl hanging on to her favourite fairy tale because she couldn't let go of the one guy that didn't love her back enough. While Cameron was polite, educated and pretentious, Aidan made me feel alive. Who was the better choice? Oh, darn it. Sighing, I started counting in my head until I drifted off to sleep, wondering why I'd never noticed how scrawny Cameron seemed compared to my new boss.
It was past ten when I woke up. I'd overslept again, the second time in six working days. I jumped out of bed, dressing with one hand and brushing my teeth with the other. Downstairs, the usual silence greeted me. I breathed out, relieved that no one was about. I could only hope Aidan hadn't instal ed some sort of nanny cam to watch my every move. Remembering Dal as's words in the woods, I smiled. Paranoid. Yep. And sil y for kissing my boss a week into the job. So much for keeping my job and private life separate.
Humming to myself, I grabbed a dusting cloth and went about cleaning, starting with the living room and shifting from one huge space to another like a robot. What a dreary job, the worst I'd ever done. Maybe not the worst, but not a glamorous one either.
By the time a car parked in the driveway an hour later, I had skipped the chandeliers—no way would I be able to reach the ceiling—and most of the paintings on the wal s—real y, who dusts those on a daily basis—and was ready to start on the ironing, which was even worse than cleaning.
As light footsteps approached, I polished with a little more fervour, seemingly engrossed in my work. The door opened. From the corner of my eye, I noticed red hair, floating around like an oversized halo. A faint whiff of smoke wafted in. "Hey. The door was open so I let myself in."
I turned to see the girl from last night—Cassandra—inch nearer. I peered up from the loose jeans and green cardigan to see whether she stil wore the fake horns on her head, but Cass sported a turquoise bonnet that hung too low, covering her entire forehead and partly hiding her spectacular, green eyes. Didn't she wear the same things last night? Either she couldn't be bothered to change her clothes, or she liked to buy her stuff in bulk. Or she didn't go to bed yet.
"You don't mind, do you?" Cass slumped on the sofa and pushed the bonnet out of her eyes.
Happy for any diversion from my dreadful chores, I put down the dusting cloth. "Sorry I look a
Hey babe. Missed U so much. Whatcha say to nice dinner. Just U & I.
Groaning, I dropped back on the bed. Cameron had said he needed months to think. Why did he have to text me today of al days, less than four weeks after our break-up? It wasn't fair, not now when I had no idea what was happening between Aidan and me.
I rubbed my forehead, unsure what to do, when I remembered Rebecca's clothes were stil hanging in the closet. Nothing was going on between us because Aidan stil cared about his ex. To text Cameron back, I'd have to go to the laundry room. It was after four in the morning. Cameron had sent the message shortly after midnight. As much as I hated to keep him waiting, I couldn't bring myself to walk down to the basement now. I might freeze my feet off. Besides, Aidan could stil be lurking around. I felt the tel tale heat rise to my cheeks, and touched my fingers to my swol en lips, his caress stil vivid yet mortifying in my mind.
Should I tel Cameron? He may not be the jealous type, but I couldn't risk him changing his mind about us yet again. After taking a quick shower, I put on a fresh pair of flannel PJs and cuddled beneath the covers. Ignoring the sudden sense of being watched, I focused on my plans and the future with Cameron—a dinner that'd turn into a romantic declaration of love, Cameron realising that what we shared was special, moving in together and final y meeting his parents. The pictures I conjured in my mind seemed hazy and forced, unrealistic, making me feel like a little girl hanging on to her favourite fairy tale because she couldn't let go of the one guy that didn't love her back enough. While Cameron was polite, educated and pretentious, Aidan made me feel alive. Who was the better choice? Oh, darn it. Sighing, I started counting in my head until I drifted off to sleep, wondering why I'd never noticed how scrawny Cameron seemed compared to my new boss.
It was past ten when I woke up. I'd overslept again, the second time in six working days. I jumped out of bed, dressing with one hand and brushing my teeth with the other. Downstairs, the usual silence greeted me. I breathed out, relieved that no one was about. I could only hope Aidan hadn't instal ed some sort of nanny cam to watch my every move. Remembering Dal as's words in the woods, I smiled. Paranoid. Yep. And sil y for kissing my boss a week into the job. So much for keeping my job and private life separate.
Humming to myself, I grabbed a dusting cloth and went about cleaning, starting with the living room and shifting from one huge space to another like a robot. What a dreary job, the worst I'd ever done. Maybe not the worst, but not a glamorous one either.
By the time a car parked in the driveway an hour later, I had skipped the chandeliers—no way would I be able to reach the ceiling—and most of the paintings on the wal s—real y, who dusts those on a daily basis—and was ready to start on the ironing, which was even worse than cleaning.
As light footsteps approached, I polished with a little more fervour, seemingly engrossed in my work. The door opened. From the corner of my eye, I noticed red hair, floating around like an oversized halo. A faint whiff of smoke wafted in. "Hey. The door was open so I let myself in."
I turned to see the girl from last night—Cassandra—inch nearer. I peered up from the loose jeans and green cardigan to see whether she stil wore the fake horns on her head, but Cass sported a turquoise bonnet that hung too low, covering her entire forehead and partly hiding her spectacular, green eyes. Didn't she wear the same things last night? Either she couldn't be bothered to change her clothes, or she liked to buy her stuff in bulk. Or she didn't go to bed yet.
"You don't mind, do you?" Cass slumped on the sofa and pushed the bonnet out of her eyes.
Happy for any diversion from my dreadful chores, I put down the dusting cloth. "Sorry I look a
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