Stella Vandenburg realizes that loving a criminal makes you just as guilty as they are
_lowercase intended in first TWO chapters only. otherwise, proper grammar is intended.
_fem!oc x rafe.
_enemies to lovers.
_a little oc x jj.
_season 1-3 complete...
And somewhere, really deep down in my mind, I imagine entering my small home, closing the door, and turning around to see Rafe standing there, frosting our cake in my tiny apron that made him look so stupid. I imagine him grabbing a pillow and throwing it at me, us eventually falling to the ground, and finally having that kiss I dream of every night.
But, truth is, I don't even know if Rafe feels the same. He is practically a psychopath, after all.
And do I even want him to feel the same way? I mean, of course I do, but that'll just increase my guilt.
I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the sweet, homey smell of cinnamon and coffee. I get up, rinse my face and brush my teeth, and put some clothes on.
"Hi, Grandma," I say when I enter the kitchen.
"You look nice," she says, commenting on my well-thought-out outfit and neat hair.
"Yeah, well," I say, pouring myself some coffee, "I'm doing my best to, like, cover up my inner chaos."
She smiles at me. "Come. Let's go for a walk."
"But... my coffee..." I look sadly at my coffee that I had just finished making.
"Leave it," Grandma says. She notices my hesitation and adds, "we'll walk through Figure Eight and judge rich people's houses."
