Chapter Nine

Adaline Point of View

On the way home, I say to Cyp "Could you just drop me at mine. I am really tired, and need to sleep"

"Are you sure?" He asks, with his hands on my cheek, they are particularly cold, I try not to flinch, but he notices.

"Why not take tommorow off of from work. You look really tired, get your beauty sleep." He smiles, as we pull up to my street. He got an apartment in Harlem a week ago, he wanted to be close to me, and he has some business to take care of for some time.

I kiss him, getting down from his car, trying not to be distant as my thoughts drift back to that woman, her eyes were oddly familiar, and quite fascinating. I walk into my apartment, shutting he door behind me.

The first thing I do is strip, then I get into my bathtub, and I sink under. I had a good day, with a wierd end. After few minutes, I get up from the bathtub, not bothering to dry my feet, I spread bath water all over the tile, to my room. I feel sick, with my stomach churning, something is