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I broke off from admiring the house and the, in my opinion, odd vehicle for someone like Sof, ambling back over to her. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet with a little too much force at my excitement at the whole arrangement, almost sending her back off-balance.
Oops, sorry.
I said, grinning apologetically at her and reminding myself to calm down. The prospect of having somewhere better to stay was exciting, especially as it was with an old friend, but it didn't mean I had to act like such a dork. I hadn't been on my run that morning and I had a load of pent-up energy I had to try and control.
I turned back to the house and clapped my hands.
So, is my prize getting to see inside the house? I bet the inside is as nice as the outside, probably with the walls all lined with books, knowing you.
I walked up the steps to the porch and waited by the front door, slinging what I could fit of my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
So, how does Paul feel, not being the only man in the house anymore?


I turned back to the house and clapped my hands.




When I take his hand, my eyes widen as he pulls me up quickly with such ease and I briefly struggle to catch my balance. Someone seems a little eager. I joke, brushing off the strands of grass stuffed inside my vest and along my legs.
My smile brightens as we walk up to the steps. Not all the walls are lined with books, and he's not too happy. He's very protective over me. I smirk shyly and swing my bag around, lifting the flap and pulling out my keys as the various key chains, I collected from different countries, clink together. Righty tighty, lefty loosy. I mumble to myself as I insert the key, unlocking and pushing open the door. I step inside, my heels echo throughout the living room as I walk onto the hardwood flooring. My smile meets my eyes as I glance over to the books taking shelter on the shelves. I peek outside for reassurance before closing and locking the door once he is inside. I let out a sigh of relief; the one place where I feel safe.
I drop my bag next to the side table by the door and toss my keys into the glass bowl resting on top. Would you care for anything to drink, or eat? I can make us lunch if you'd like.
My smile brightens as we walk up to the steps.
I drop my bag next to the side table by the door and toss my keys into the glass bowl resting on top.


I stopped when I was inside and had the chance to take in my surroundings. I let out a low whistle.






I step aside and watch as he glances around the living area, eager to hear his approval. The interior designer spirit in me is patting herself on the back when she hears his compliment. I spent countless hours perfecting this room, from tracking down vintage thrift shops to many do-it-yourself projects. But I am taken back when he shows interest in the hardwood flooring. At first I thought he was joking, but that look on his face was telling the opposite. Maybe it's a guy thing. You are such a dork, you know that right? I shake my head, smiling.
I nod as I tread behind him into kitchen. It's okay I got it. You should take a load off after that victory of yours. I joke. I walk around the breakfast bar to the cabinets to the right of the sink, taking out two glasses and quickly fill them with water. I place them in front of him but hold up a finger and turn on my heel to the refrigerator. I pull open the left door, scooping out a handful of ice cubes then open the right door and take out a bowl of sliced lemons. I use the side of my hip to close door and return back to Ru, dropping the ice cubes into our glasses, then plopping a lemon slice in each.
Voici votre eau. Boire. I spoke softly as my french accent did not hold back. A hint of a smirk spread across my lips, I loved when I spoke in a different language, gave me a sense of power and it made me feel a little...Sexy. Just the thought of it makes me flush. Now, what would you like for lunch? I ask, grabbing my glass and taking a sip in hopes to hide my cheeks.
I nod as I tread behind him into kitchen.








I shook my head and stretched slightly, only to lean back against the counter.






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