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Special Snowflake
Ant leant on the apartment door and pushed it open with her back. Her hands were full with bags of groceries, mail in her mouth, and keys hung precariously off her pointer finger. She shook her head in a vain attempt to get her bangs from out of her eyes. She shuffled in awkwardly, puffing, and she swore she could feel sweat forming on her brow. She was able to lean slightly over to throw her keys on the table beside the door, and with a flourish she spat out the mail on the table as well. Satisfied, she continued to lean back on the door and shuffled herself inside until her body was completely in the apartment.
"Need help?"
She yelped in surprise and dropped one of the brown paper bags, and a landslide of oranges tumbled out. She was not expecting anyone to be home, least of all a man. She looked up to see the source of the a man (a shirtless man) leaning casually on the hallway archway with a carton of milk in one hand. Her carton of milk! She hid her momentary shock at the stranger and asked, "Who in the hell are you and why are you in my apartment?" Sneakily she allowed herself one discreet peek at his lean torso, to satisfy the red blooded female in her.
His mouth hung in to an easy smile, amused. "Last I checked this was my apartment," he told her as he walked towards her.
She furrowed her brows, "Wait, you're Dorian?" He nodded and set the carton of milk between his bicep and ribs, before relieving her of the grocery bags. Up close she noticed the numbers tattoed on his inner forearm and wondered what they meant.
"Didn't Perry tell you I was coming?"
She nodded slowly and tried not to stare at his shoulder blades moving underneath his skin as he walked towards the kitchen. She traced her eyes over his back where there was more bright ink, spreading up over a quarter of his skin and stopping at the right side of his torso; it was something, she hated to admit, she wanted to study up close. She shook her head, regaining focus.
"She did tell me but I thought you weren't coming in for a few more days." He dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and leant on it, crossing his arms, silently assessing her. "And Perry's still at work."
His jaw tightened slightly and he took a drink of milk from the carton. He seemed to be rolling his tongue inside his mouth, still watching her. Ant was getting annoyed and was about to voice this when he finally spoke, "I think you can close the door now." She hadn't even realized she was still leaning on it.
Hiding her embarrassment by ostensibly fixing her clothes she stepped off the door and allowed it to shut behind her. She knew she looked like a mess; her hair was, no doubt, in its 5 o'clock slump, and her clothes were wrinkled with wear. She looked up at him and met his firm stare, "Well, thank you for helping me with the groceries."
He shrugged and pushed himself off the counter, "No problem. I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, I'm Ant."
"Nice to meet you," he told her, though the words seemed to ring hollow; and before she could offer him her hand to shake he had begun to walk to the hallway towards his room.
"How long were you standing there for?"
He turned over his shoulder with a smirk, "Long enough." Then he took a swig of the milk. Her milk. She didn't know why his answer annoyed her, but it did.
"And that's my milk," irritatation inched in to her voice.
He looked down at the carton in his hand and shrugged, undeterred, and he disappeared in to the hallway, out of her sight, to be followed with a door slam.
Well, this'll be interesting, she thought.
"Need help?"
She yelped in surprise and dropped one of the brown paper bags, and a landslide of oranges tumbled out. She was not expecting anyone to be home, least of all a man. She looked up to see the source of the a man (a shirtless man) leaning casually on the hallway archway with a carton of milk in one hand. Her carton of milk! She hid her momentary shock at the stranger and asked, "Who in the hell are you and why are you in my apartment?" Sneakily she allowed herself one discreet peek at his lean torso, to satisfy the red blooded female in her.
His mouth hung in to an easy smile, amused. "Last I checked this was my apartment," he told her as he walked towards her.
She furrowed her brows, "Wait, you're Dorian?" He nodded and set the carton of milk between his bicep and ribs, before relieving her of the grocery bags. Up close she noticed the numbers tattoed on his inner forearm and wondered what they meant.
"Didn't Perry tell you I was coming?"
She nodded slowly and tried not to stare at his shoulder blades moving underneath his skin as he walked towards the kitchen. She traced her eyes over his back where there was more bright ink, spreading up over a quarter of his skin and stopping at the right side of his torso; it was something, she hated to admit, she wanted to study up close. She shook her head, regaining focus.
"She did tell me but I thought you weren't coming in for a few more days." He dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and leant on it, crossing his arms, silently assessing her. "And Perry's still at work."
His jaw tightened slightly and he took a drink of milk from the carton. He seemed to be rolling his tongue inside his mouth, still watching her. Ant was getting annoyed and was about to voice this when he finally spoke, "I think you can close the door now." She hadn't even realized she was still leaning on it.
Hiding her embarrassment by ostensibly fixing her clothes she stepped off the door and allowed it to shut behind her. She knew she looked like a mess; her hair was, no doubt, in its 5 o'clock slump, and her clothes were wrinkled with wear. She looked up at him and met his firm stare, "Well, thank you for helping me with the groceries."
He shrugged and pushed himself off the counter, "No problem. I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, I'm Ant."
"Nice to meet you," he told her, though the words seemed to ring hollow; and before she could offer him her hand to shake he had begun to walk to the hallway towards his room.
"How long were you standing there for?"
He turned over his shoulder with a smirk, "Long enough." Then he took a swig of the milk. Her milk. She didn't know why his answer annoyed her, but it did.
"And that's my milk," irritatation inched in to her voice.
He looked down at the carton in his hand and shrugged, undeterred, and he disappeared in to the hallway, out of her sight, to be followed with a door slam.
Well, this'll be interesting, she thought.
219 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 29, 2017
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February 17, 2018
Ame esta historia... Ha sido diferente y bastante refrescante.
Ant y Dorian se conocen y al instante antagonizan pero se deben relacionar a diario.
El convivir hace que poco a poco la atracción aparezca y todo gira en torno a como poco a poco surge la relación que los marcará.
Lo que más me gusto fue el hecho de que no es un amor visceral que no pueden controlar, al contrario, fue algo que te puede suceder en la vida real, te conoces, hablas, compartes, te conoces, te enamoras pero sin expectativas ni dramas. Las circunstancias de la vida marca la relación pero la manejan con madurez y entereza.
Ant y Dorian se conocen y al instante antagonizan pero se deben relacionar a diario.
El convivir hace que poco a poco la atracción aparezca y todo gira en torno a como poco a poco surge la relación que los marcará.
Lo que más me gusto fue el hecho de que no es un amor visceral que no pueden controlar, al contrario, fue algo que te puede suceder en la vida real, te conoces, hablas, compartes, te conoces, te enamoras pero sin expectativas ni dramas. Las circunstancias de la vida marca la relación pero la manejan con madurez y entereza.
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