AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Good morning…” Rosaline starts to sing behind me, but I guess noticing my presence cuts her off.
“Good morning, Rose,” Evelyn keeps the and points to a tray of sweets and breakfast on the kitchen island.
Rosaline walks quietly to my side and sits, dragging her seat away from me a little but still within my arm's reach. So I do the annoying thing that I didn't intend to do, and I clip the stool and pull it to me, then wrap my arms around her waist.
“Good morning, Rosaline,” I kiss her shoulder and smile at her.
“It's not a good day if I see you first thing in the morning,” she sucks her teeth.
Pretty thing in a preppy burnt orange dress to match my sweatpants.
“I say it's your best morning yet.”
“You are grounds for bad luck Benedetto, stop flattering yourself.”
“Show me another charmer that comes close to this,” I point at myself, “…and I'll accept my defeat.”
“Here you go,” Evelyn slides my breakfast to me.
“Thank you, Evelyn,” I smile at her, “Tell me I’m not the most charming young man you know.”
Evelyn squints her eyes playfully, “No one comes close.”
Rosaline snorts, “You will take her word for it? Evelyn thinks dogs are charming.”
“But dogs are charming,” Evelyn shrugs, “And beautiful.”
“What exactly is charming about dogs?” Rosaline makes a face.
“What is not charming about dogs?” I ask before Evelyn can. I don’t exactly like dogs, either so I’m curious to hear why she thinks the one overhyped animal that I don’t particularly like is deserving of my dislike.
“I’m not talking to you,” she clips.
“And here I was thinking we are beginning to bury old hatchets,” I smile at her.
“I prefer ferrets,” she mutters.
I’m not the only one blinking my eyelids dumbfound.
“Ferrets?” Evelyn laughs, “You don’t like dogs but you like ferrets?”
“So?” Rosaline shrugs.
“Ferrets can’t be domesticated,” I state an obvious fact.
“They can, if you adopt them young enough,” her eyes pick up warmth, and even her poise switches to a more confident one that I haven’t seen since the night I took her from the rave.
“Who would let such a dangerous thing live in their house?” I engage her, wanting to see more of her relaxed side.
“I would.”
They are wild fucking animals, but who am I to say otherwise. Hell, if she told me snakes were cuddlers, I would accept it right now.
“Dear lord,” Evelyn shakes her head.
“I am allowed not to like dogs,” Rosaline pouts.
“If it’s anything, I don’t like them either,” I add.
