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Brielle lived alone in a small apartment, surrounded by the comfort of her massive amount of things.
She hadn't been outside much since she moved out of her parents home, they hadn't talked to her...
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Chapter Published: 08/22/20 Edited: 11/07/21
~Brielle~
Soon enough we arrived at my apartment, I was exhausted and I just wanted to nap but at the same time, I was hungry.
Such a grumpy combination.
He came over and opened the door for me, he just kept quiet and observed me. He carried my stuff up to the apartment, he looked happy and I could feel myself soaking up his energy while I was next to him.
I felt like I was soaking in the sun, I wondered what it felt to be cold under his gaze? I wonder who he was underneath.
Hearing the click as my door unlocked, I walked inside and towards the kitchen distracted by my need for food even after having something earlier. In all honesty junk food never kept me happy for long.
"What are you making?" I jumped, I had forgotten he was here.
"Uh, a stir fry." I replied awkwardly, he seemed surprised and sat down at the table.
"You can cook?" He questioned, I chuckled of course the big and successful Dom, thinks my weak self doesn't cook.
"I cook, I clean, I do my laundry which is a pain and pay my bills." I said looking at him, he looked surprised.
