From the car she pulls out a puffer coat, slipping her arms through the sleeves, but leaving it unzipped for a casual vibe. Sheruns a hand through her hair, giving it a little more volume after the car ride, and shoots me a smile—one of those smiles that could light up a room.
I continue to stand afar just admiring her beauty until she speaks, breaking my trance.
“Hey you,” she says grinning.
“Genevieve,” I suddenly forget how to speak.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Are you going to help me with my bags?” She asks.
I snap out of the trance she always seems to have me in and walk up to her. Before helping with her bags, I offer her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. As my lips leave her skin, I notice a soft pink flush spreading across her face.
I then proceed to open the backseat of her car and take out the mini suitcase and duffle bag she’s brought with her.
“How long do you plan on staying for?” I ask her, trying to make a joke. She doesn’t really have that many bags because I know winter clothes are bulky. I just like to pull her leg.
“As long as you’ll have me,” she says smiling while standing there staring at me.
I’m like her bell man while carrying her luggage and directing her to where she’ll be staying. In my room.
Genevieve enters my apartment. She takes a look around at the small space and says, “This is a nice place you got here.” I can tell she’s being nice. There’s no way that someone who drives a car more expensive than a year's worth of my rent thinks this is nice.
“You don’t have to lie. It’s nothing fancy, but it works,” I say. “I’m hoping to someday upgrade and get a place with a little more room.”
“I’m not lying. This place is great. I love it,” she says and that makes me feel good. Gen has this way of making everyone feel good inside—at least, she does for me. I was a little nervous to show her my place, especially after finding out who her parents are. I knowshe comes from money. But somehow, she doesn't carry that entitled attitude that most rich girls do. To me, she’s the kindest, most genuine person I’ve ever met.
I honestly don’t know how she doesn’t have a boyfriend.
I keep on walking with her bags towards my bedroom. She follows and observes my room.
“So this is what Aspen Davis’ room looks like,” she says in the third person as if I wasn’t there. “I’ve been wondering.” I set her bags down near the closet.
I’ve kept everything clean since she got here. Scrubbed out the ashtray, hid the things I swore I wouldn’t need again, and made sure everything was perfect for this very reaction.
“This is it. I hope you don’t mind, but I figured you’d be okay sleeping in here with me. If not, I can sleep in Derek’s room or the couch and you can take my bed,” I tell her.
“No need for that I’ve slept with you before, I think I can handle it again,” she says.
That makes us both let out a small chuckle.
“I’ve gotta say, I’m pretty surprised you own a comforter,” she says and continues to look around, “and curtains,” she says laughing.
Wait what? “What do you mean? Doesn’t everyone?” I ask her.
She lets out a short, loud laugh. “You’d be surprised. I guess my standards were pretty low though. Let’s just say the average frat boy doesn’t even own sheets,” she says.
“Thats…” I’m trying to find the right word.“Disgusting,” I tell her.
She lets out another laugh.
“You’re telling me, and the mattresses are left behind for each person each year so I’m sure the last twenty frat guys to live in a room have probably all slept and jacked off on the same mattress,” she says.
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “God, I’m glad I missed out on college.”
“You should be, I swear it’s a scam. But that’s a story for another time,” She says. I’m dying to know that story. I want to know all of her stories. I’m so glad she came.
Her stomach lets out a growl, making us both laugh even harder.
“Don’t worry, I got you a burger with fries from the resort. I figured you’d be hungry.”
