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“You mentioned a few dishes from your childhood so I thought I’d try and make them.” I look into the now open dishes and my heart skips a beat when I recognize the vibrant green colors of tabbouleh and smell the smokiness of the freshly made baba ghanouj.
“You made this for me?”
She nods. “You haven’t told me much about her but I thought… I thought this could be a nice tribute.”
“Obviously, they’re not going to be as good as your mom’s, I just used recipes I found on the internet and I’m sure hers were from her family, but I tasted everything and it’s good. Well, aside from the manaqish – am I pronouncing that correctly? – anyway, yeah, I didn’t mean to burn it and the jury's still out on whether it’ll be any good, but,” She pauses, “I wanted to try.” She adds with a shrug that’s meant to look indifferent.
But I know her well now. She rambles when she’s nervous and by the way she’s peering at me discreetly from below her eyelashes, I know she’s anxious to see my reaction.
I grab her hip, using it to tug her towards me. Surprised by the move, she gives a startled cry as I bring her body flush against mine.
I kiss her deeply, longly. It’s a relatively chaste kiss, our mouths fused together without parting, and yet it feels more intimate than anything I’ve felt before.
“Thank you.”
Her arms circle around my waist and she sets her cheek on my chest. I’m sure she can hear my heart beat when she says, “You’re welcome.”
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31.
Bellamy
The next couple of weeks fly by in a blur of happiness.
Rogue tries to get a hold of his dad to get answers, but he evades his every attempt, dodging all of his calls and texts. Rogue's anger spikes with every declined call and ignored text, but he never loses control. He holds on to the hope that Müller will discover something new in the additional forensic testing he’s conducting.
I spend my days either with the girls, in class, or hanging with the larger group. There’s different types of tension to navigate between Phoenix and Sixtine’s private feud and Rhys and Thayer’s weird energy. Nera is constantly texting, her nose buried in her phone as she types away. I wonder if she’s met someone. But why wouldn’t she tell us?
I spend my nights, everyone of them, with Rogue.
In his bed. In my bed. In the car. In the supply closet.
It’s not just the nights.
During the day we play video games. He wins atMario Kart, but much to his annoyance, I win atMario Party. He says I must be cheating.
We go to the movies and watch a period drama I’d mentioned wanting to see. He buys the tickets and surprises me.
I make us dinner. I buy books and learn different recipes for him and the guys. He fucks me to thank me for being a good girl.
We run together.
He wins.
He gloats.
He usually fucks me against a tree when he sees the sweat glisten on my skin.
He shows me the extensive library in the guest house then fucks me in it because librairies are “our thing” and “it’d be wrong not to fuck in every one we visit”.
He demands to hear me say I love him multiple times a day.
He doesn’t say it back.
With each passing day I feel more and more vulnerable having been the only one to say it.
