"So you're not in love with him?" She shakes her head at my question. "I'm more in love with the idea of him. But the idea of him and the actual him are two very different people. We just don't have that spark, that energy you know?" She asks hopeful. I shrug my shoulders, I guess I've heard of tha
I decide on wearing a little black dress to this event tonight. The hem rests against the middle of my thighs, the thin black material clingy to all my dips and curves. Normally parts of my body that I would want to hide, but that's all changed now. One bus ride later, I'm sitting cross legged on t
I let out a soft sigh, playing with one of Rhodes's curls at the nape of his neck. "It doesn't work like that for me, I have to finish my degree so I can get a job" "No you don't" His cheeky grin is back, revealing the deep dimples in his cheeks. "You don't need a degree or a job, I have all the mo
"So what kind of art show is this exactly?" We wait for the elevator together and step inside of it once it arrives. "It's actually an old friend of mine from school, he's opening up his first gallery with all of his own artwork, it's pretty exciting" Rhodes grins as the elevator quickly brings us
Rhodes disappears from my side briefly to hunt down some drinks for us, despite the fact that he had already decided that the drinks at these sorts of events are always terrible. "They've watered it down completely, it's basically cheap boxed wine" Rhodes huffs as he reappears beside me in front of
This guy is either not reading my social cues, or he just doesn't care.I nod my head and walk over to one of the side rooms hanging more artwork, not answering his question. "What's your name?" He asks as he brushes past someone in an attempt to keep up with me. "Amelia" I mumble, I can't ignore h
"Memories are memories not matter how slutty they are. Besides, you did all that stuff basically before I was even born so I think you're off the hook" His hand lightly resting on my hips begins to tickle my sides before I wriggle out of his grasp. "Cheeky" he smirks at me. "I couldn't resist. Now
"How come?" Rhodes asks gently, folding his arms over his chest. "Because I don't like being vulnerable. I've been vulnerable before and things haven't gone well for me as I'm sure you can imagine. It's just scary; I don't want to rely on it only for it to all just go away" I mumble. I hear a soft