exterior staircase, but I did. I couldn’t get enough of the softness her hands provided. I didn’t need to lean against the door jamb as she unlocked the deadbolt, but I did. And I really didn’t need to push myself inside behind her, but I couldn’t help myself and did that as well.
“What are you doing?” she asked, clearly startled, staring at me in shock as I closed the door behind me.
We were only a foot apart, and it took everything in me not to push her against the wall behind her and thrust my tongue into her mouth. The way her question came out in soft breaths of air combined with the memories of the way her leg felt beneath my hand were tormenting me.
“I… I wanted to see your place.” I had to shake my head to clear it and get a hold of myself. I was never one to stutter on my words or act nervous in close proximity to a woman. “I need to get a better idea of who you are, Ivy, and there’s no better way to do that than see where you live.”
I looked around me, taking in the bare walls and colorless room. A small television set that looked as though it came from the early eighties was sitting on a small table in the corner. One chair sat in the middle of the room with a folding card table next to it. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the chair had come from a garbage pile with the way it was decorated in patchwork, as if someone had haphazardly tried covering rips in the fabric. On the far wall, behind the torn chair, was a bed. It was neatly made with a thin white blanket pulled up to the pillows. It was small, maybe a full-size bed, but the room was tiny and I couldn’t imagine anything bigger fitting. A small table sat next to that in place of a bedside table, and it held an old IBM computer. It reminded me of the ones I used in middle school, and it wouldn’t surprise me if it used floppy discs. A tiny kitchen, that couldn’t have fit more than one person at a time, was right next to the front door, and what looked like a bathroom was on the other side.
I couldn’t imagine anyone living in something so compact unless they resided in prison.
“There’s no personality to your apartment, Ivy. How do I even know you live here?”
“I’m sure you watched as I unlocked the door. That should be a good indication.”
“How do I know you’re not dog-sitting?”
“Do you see a dog? Or any other animal?” Her tone was sarcastic and I had to stifle a laugh.
“You could be watching someone’s apartment while they’re gone.”
“Do you live here?” she asked with attitude. “Because aside from you, I don’t know anyone else. My friends are all online bloggers that I have never met in person before, and I doubt anyone would ask a stranger to watch their home for them.” She stared at me and I didn’t respond. “You got me, Cade. An old woman lived here alone and I killed her for her spacious living quarters. I was living in a big ole house but needed more space for all of my belongings, so I took it from her.” Her voice was deadpanned as she spoke.
I was completely caught off guard by her sarcasm. I wasn’t in any way prepared for it and couldn’t contain my smile any longer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just that there’s no personality in here. This could very well be the home of a lonely old lady by the looks of it. But I believe you; I was simply trying to say no one could get any idea of who you are by walking in here. Why is that?”
“Maybe there’s nothing about me for people to know.”
“There is, though. Except you don’t want to let anyone in to see it.”
“Like what? What is there for people to see?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” I leaned closer to her, causing her to quickly back away.
Ivy began to breathe heavily before turning her back to me. She walked to the chair and used the backrest to steady herself. I could tell she was battling something within her, and I wanted to help. I wanted to fight with
“What are you doing?” she asked, clearly startled, staring at me in shock as I closed the door behind me.
We were only a foot apart, and it took everything in me not to push her against the wall behind her and thrust my tongue into her mouth. The way her question came out in soft breaths of air combined with the memories of the way her leg felt beneath my hand were tormenting me.
“I… I wanted to see your place.” I had to shake my head to clear it and get a hold of myself. I was never one to stutter on my words or act nervous in close proximity to a woman. “I need to get a better idea of who you are, Ivy, and there’s no better way to do that than see where you live.”
I looked around me, taking in the bare walls and colorless room. A small television set that looked as though it came from the early eighties was sitting on a small table in the corner. One chair sat in the middle of the room with a folding card table next to it. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the chair had come from a garbage pile with the way it was decorated in patchwork, as if someone had haphazardly tried covering rips in the fabric. On the far wall, behind the torn chair, was a bed. It was neatly made with a thin white blanket pulled up to the pillows. It was small, maybe a full-size bed, but the room was tiny and I couldn’t imagine anything bigger fitting. A small table sat next to that in place of a bedside table, and it held an old IBM computer. It reminded me of the ones I used in middle school, and it wouldn’t surprise me if it used floppy discs. A tiny kitchen, that couldn’t have fit more than one person at a time, was right next to the front door, and what looked like a bathroom was on the other side.
I couldn’t imagine anyone living in something so compact unless they resided in prison.
“There’s no personality to your apartment, Ivy. How do I even know you live here?”
“I’m sure you watched as I unlocked the door. That should be a good indication.”
“How do I know you’re not dog-sitting?”
“Do you see a dog? Or any other animal?” Her tone was sarcastic and I had to stifle a laugh.
“You could be watching someone’s apartment while they’re gone.”
“Do you live here?” she asked with attitude. “Because aside from you, I don’t know anyone else. My friends are all online bloggers that I have never met in person before, and I doubt anyone would ask a stranger to watch their home for them.” She stared at me and I didn’t respond. “You got me, Cade. An old woman lived here alone and I killed her for her spacious living quarters. I was living in a big ole house but needed more space for all of my belongings, so I took it from her.” Her voice was deadpanned as she spoke.
I was completely caught off guard by her sarcasm. I wasn’t in any way prepared for it and couldn’t contain my smile any longer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just that there’s no personality in here. This could very well be the home of a lonely old lady by the looks of it. But I believe you; I was simply trying to say no one could get any idea of who you are by walking in here. Why is that?”
“Maybe there’s nothing about me for people to know.”
“There is, though. Except you don’t want to let anyone in to see it.”
“Like what? What is there for people to see?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” I leaned closer to her, causing her to quickly back away.
Ivy began to breathe heavily before turning her back to me. She walked to the chair and used the backrest to steady herself. I could tell she was battling something within her, and I wanted to help. I wanted to fight with
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