"I don't know how to love, all I know is how to please." He whispered brokenly, lips brushing against hers.
Emelia Grant's world is at a standstill after dropping out of college. Everyone around her is thriving while she's barely living, still looki...
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CW: Masturbation. Enjoy.
For the first time in what feels like forever, Emelia found herself waking up smiling. Her dreams filled with blue eyes and an electrifying touch that left tingles on the skin of her palm from the night before.
Instead of nightmares of bad decisions and psychotic exes that wake her in cold sweat.
No, she wakes the next day feeling warm and excited to start her day.
They didn't even talk much, just exchanged names before James and Sam excused themselves and walking in opposite direction than her and Yelena's
He didn't even spare her a second glance. While she felt rooted to her spot on the sidewalk staring at his retreating form. She thinks Yelena might've dragged her back even.
What am I doing? We barely talked. Emelia shook her head at herself.
Checking her phone, she saw that Wanda replied;
[Wands]: Glad u made it safe sweetie. Sorry I couldn't call you yesterday, I crashed hard after my test. We still on for this weekend?.
They'd agreed that Wanda would come visit on Emelia's first weekend here and have a sleepover. Today was Tuesday.
No worries babe. How'd the test go? I bet you aced it as usual.
Of course we're still on for the weekend, I might even invite someone too 😉
Ever since she ran into Yelena yesterday, she kept thinking about introducing them. She isn't the best match maker but she thinks they might hit it off.
Emelia locks her phone, throwing it on the bed and getting up to get showered and dressed so she could go look at that barista job.
Breezing through her shower, she blow dries her hair and gathers it in a low bun leaving a couple of strands framing her face. Putting on some mascara and a gloss before searching for something to wear.
Standing in her towel, she fishes a pair of black panties, a high waisted black skinny jeans and her favorite maroon sweetheart neckline shirt and abandons the idea of a bra under this top.
Seeing as she hadn't bought any groceries yet, Emelia grabs her phone, puts on her shoes and leaves the house without breakfast. She walks the small distance between her apartment building and the coffee shop.
The Black Brew is what it's called. Taking a deep breath to shake off the nerves, she pushes the door and walks inside, immediately hit with the warm, rich smell of coffee beans and baked muffins.
The interior almost matches the name. With the walls being an almost black stone, the tables and seats a lovely shade of grey to compliment.
A few people are already there to get their morning fix before heading off to their jobs.
