mirror and wipe away the excess moisture on its surface. I see myself looking back. I look happy, genuinely happy, which is something I haven’t seen for quite some time. I dry myself with a big fluffy
towel and head back to my room to put on some clothes.
“Hey, Jeni,” Chris says as I walk from the bathroom to my room. Embarrassed, I wave at him and walk a bit faster.
I decide on a summer dress, bright yellow with a brown, knotted belt. I take my hair down and scrunch it in the towel to remove the excess water. I look at myself in the mirror.
“That will do,” I say as I walk out of my room.
Chris is sitting at the table, playing with his cell phone, feet up on another chair.
“Hey, Chris, how are you?”
“Not bad. How was your hot date?”
I blush as usual. “It was amazing,” I say with a slight
laugh at my use of that word again.
“What time did you get home?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Um, just after eight.”
He looks at me strangely. “Eight? But we were here at eight.
I didn’t see you come in.”
I laugh. “I mean eight this morning.”
He sits back in his chair with a big smirk on his face. “You pulled an all-nighter, huh? Must’ve been good then,” he says, winking at me.
“No, we didn’t sleep together. We fell asleep under the stars, and when we woke up this morning, he took me out for breakfast. That’s it.”
He winks. “Yeah, sure.”
I look down at the table and see an apple in the fruit basket. I pick it up and toss it at him.
“Shut up, you,” I say as he catches it and laughs at me.
“Just stirring,” he says.
“I know. Where’s Sarah?”
“She’s gone to the shop to get some burgers and fries.”
“Oh? Is she getting me some as well?”
“Yup. She was going to surprise you and bring it to you in
bed, but you got up just after she left.”
“Oh, that’s nice of her,” I say as I sit down at the table.
“Tell me about this guy,” he says in a brotherly way, pulling his feet down from the chair and sitting up intently to listen.
“What do you want to know?”
His eyes roll up toward the ceiling, and he looks deep in thought. “So, how old? Where does he work? Was he nice to you? Will you see him
again? All that sort of stuff!”
“Everything then?” I laugh as he nods. “His name is Aiden O’Connell. He works with his father in finance. I’m assuming he’s in his late twenties, not entirely sure because I haven’t asked. He was very much the
gentleman. I really hope I get to see him again because he’s such a good kisser and...”
Chris winces.
“Oops, sorry. Guessing that was too much information?” I laugh, as does he.
“When am I going to meet Mr. Good Kisser then?”
“Why? Do you want to check out his kissing skills too?” I ask him cheekily, and he throws the apple back at me.
“I think I’ll leave that to you,” he says, shaking his head
as the front door opens. “Well, if he hurts you, let me know. I’ll take care of him,” he says jokingly.
“Thanks, I will.” I place the apple back into the fruit bowl.
“Burgers and fries for everyone,” Sarah announces as she
struts down the hallway. “Oh, you’re up,” she says, sounding disappointed and frowns as she sees me.
“Yeah, sorry to spoil your big lunch surprise, but it was very thoughtful of you, thanks.”
“Oh well, it means you can tell me about your awesome date with Mr. Car-Crashing Flower-Giver.” I laugh at her nickname for him. I get up to help her dish out our lunch while Chris sits at the table playing with his cell phone.
“Tell me all about it! No, wait, what time did you get home? I got your message at like seven this morning. I think my cell phone is acting up again.”
“I, ah... sent it at seven this morning. I didn’t get home
till about eight-ish.”
“Oh my god, Jeni! You stayed at his place?” She glares at me.
“No, we—”
“Oh my god. He took you to a hotel room? What a pig!”
I laugh. “Sez, no. He
towel and head back to my room to put on some clothes.
“Hey, Jeni,” Chris says as I walk from the bathroom to my room. Embarrassed, I wave at him and walk a bit faster.
I decide on a summer dress, bright yellow with a brown, knotted belt. I take my hair down and scrunch it in the towel to remove the excess water. I look at myself in the mirror.
“That will do,” I say as I walk out of my room.
Chris is sitting at the table, playing with his cell phone, feet up on another chair.
“Hey, Chris, how are you?”
“Not bad. How was your hot date?”
I blush as usual. “It was amazing,” I say with a slight
laugh at my use of that word again.
“What time did you get home?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Um, just after eight.”
He looks at me strangely. “Eight? But we were here at eight.
I didn’t see you come in.”
I laugh. “I mean eight this morning.”
He sits back in his chair with a big smirk on his face. “You pulled an all-nighter, huh? Must’ve been good then,” he says, winking at me.
“No, we didn’t sleep together. We fell asleep under the stars, and when we woke up this morning, he took me out for breakfast. That’s it.”
He winks. “Yeah, sure.”
I look down at the table and see an apple in the fruit basket. I pick it up and toss it at him.
“Shut up, you,” I say as he catches it and laughs at me.
“Just stirring,” he says.
“I know. Where’s Sarah?”
“She’s gone to the shop to get some burgers and fries.”
“Oh? Is she getting me some as well?”
“Yup. She was going to surprise you and bring it to you in
bed, but you got up just after she left.”
“Oh, that’s nice of her,” I say as I sit down at the table.
“Tell me about this guy,” he says in a brotherly way, pulling his feet down from the chair and sitting up intently to listen.
“What do you want to know?”
His eyes roll up toward the ceiling, and he looks deep in thought. “So, how old? Where does he work? Was he nice to you? Will you see him
again? All that sort of stuff!”
“Everything then?” I laugh as he nods. “His name is Aiden O’Connell. He works with his father in finance. I’m assuming he’s in his late twenties, not entirely sure because I haven’t asked. He was very much the
gentleman. I really hope I get to see him again because he’s such a good kisser and...”
Chris winces.
“Oops, sorry. Guessing that was too much information?” I laugh, as does he.
“When am I going to meet Mr. Good Kisser then?”
“Why? Do you want to check out his kissing skills too?” I ask him cheekily, and he throws the apple back at me.
“I think I’ll leave that to you,” he says, shaking his head
as the front door opens. “Well, if he hurts you, let me know. I’ll take care of him,” he says jokingly.
“Thanks, I will.” I place the apple back into the fruit bowl.
“Burgers and fries for everyone,” Sarah announces as she
struts down the hallway. “Oh, you’re up,” she says, sounding disappointed and frowns as she sees me.
“Yeah, sorry to spoil your big lunch surprise, but it was very thoughtful of you, thanks.”
“Oh well, it means you can tell me about your awesome date with Mr. Car-Crashing Flower-Giver.” I laugh at her nickname for him. I get up to help her dish out our lunch while Chris sits at the table playing with his cell phone.
“Tell me all about it! No, wait, what time did you get home? I got your message at like seven this morning. I think my cell phone is acting up again.”
“I, ah... sent it at seven this morning. I didn’t get home
till about eight-ish.”
“Oh my god, Jeni! You stayed at his place?” She glares at me.
“No, we—”
“Oh my god. He took you to a hotel room? What a pig!”
I laugh. “Sez, no. He
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