Ayane's eyes slowly opened. Gray optics searched around the room waiting to
adjust to the scenery. The digital clock read: 3:30am. It was dark outside
and clouds loomed just outside her window. The rain tapped gently against
her window, wanting an invitation or a sign of acknowledgement. Quickly,
she sat up and moved the covers from on top of her and slipped out of bed.
Tracing along the wall, she eventually found the light switch and flicked
it, bringing a sense of light to the large bedroom.
A cold chill came over her. The central air system must have been raised because as she remembered, it wasn't that cold when she went to bed a few hours ago. She tucked one side of her robe under the other as she reached for her bedroom door. The hinges creaked a bit as she pulled it open and stepped out. The corridor was dark, silent, and uninvitingly cold. The floorboards screamed beneath her steps.
"David?" she called, knocking on a door adjacent to hers. She didn't really want to disturb him, but this was his house she was staying in and he promised to support her the best way he could. Turning to the door, David gave a tired look. He pulled on a pair of trousers and headed for the door.
"Yeah?" He answered, wiping a hand over his tired face. Ayane hesitated, drawing in her breath as she looked down over his broad chest. He never would approach her without something to cover him up. She sighed, relieved that he at least put on a pair of trousers. However, in the back of her mind, it would have been more interesting if he actually came without anything on.
"I'm sorry to bother you. I was feeling cold. Did you by chance turn up the air?" He stared at her in disbelief of her waking him for that question. But in silence, he nodded.
"Need me to turn it down?" He sighed, stepping into the hallway. He left the door slightly ajar. Ayane could see a figure moving around inside. He looked back and she turned to follow him, her footsteps trailing his as they walked to the end of the hall.
"Yes, thanks." She replied behind him. He stopped near a wall and placed his hand on a square panel. He brought the side switch up to a level of 70 degrees.
"Better?" His hand dropped down as he turned to face her.
"Yes thanks." She followed him back up the hall. She stopped behind him and he turned around with his hand on the doorknob.
"Need something else?" He asked looking over to her. She paused to look at the floor a moment and the bedroom door swung open from his hand. A brunette stood in the doorway, throwing her arms around David's neck.
"Come back to bed, sweetheart." She whispered into his ear. Ayane heard her words and stared at the two in silence. Her eyes shuffled between David and the woman. The woman leaned her head against his broad, right shoulder as she looked at Ayane with piercing green eyes.
"You already have your hands full." Ayane lowly muttered, clutching the collar of her nightshift. Shielding the hurt in her eyes, she turned away and started toward her bedroom. "I'm good."
"Goodnight."
Ayane didn't reply. She'd shut her eyes and listened to David's voice echo in the corridor just before she entered into her room. The door closed shut and she leaned her back against it.
~Who was that? ~ She thought. She looked off to the side as she heard the other door close. How could David get another just after last night? She thought they connected when he held her close at the party. How he laughed with her as they danced together to the slow melodies of the band. How could he take another into his arms, after he savored the perfume on her neck and whispered sweet 'favors' into her ear? She paused from thought.
~Or was I dreaming?~ She asked herself. She shook her head.
~...No. That was no dream.~ She answered back. She could still smell the faint scent of the J.Lo Perfume on her body. She balled a fist and shut her eyes. When she reopened them, tears blurred her vision. She didn't think something like this would happen again. Not to her, at least. She slowly advanced to her bed. Pushing the sheets aside, she eased herself down.
Maybe she was jumping to conclusions. Just as David had taken her in and cared for her like a lost little child, he probably had taken her in as well. She replayed the Brunette's words in her head and again shut her eyes in disgust. No. That wasn't it. She was his lover, and he didn't even bother to introduce her. Ayane fell back against the gentle mattress and let her right arm crown her head. The other arm rested against her abdomen. The thoughts continued to wander on for minutes at a time as she stared at the window. The falling rain puzzled her with drowsiness and sent her adrift. It would only be too soon that she'd fall off into a deep sleep.
A cold chill came over her. The central air system must have been raised because as she remembered, it wasn't that cold when she went to bed a few hours ago. She tucked one side of her robe under the other as she reached for her bedroom door. The hinges creaked a bit as she pulled it open and stepped out. The corridor was dark, silent, and uninvitingly cold. The floorboards screamed beneath her steps.
"David?" she called, knocking on a door adjacent to hers. She didn't really want to disturb him, but this was his house she was staying in and he promised to support her the best way he could. Turning to the door, David gave a tired look. He pulled on a pair of trousers and headed for the door.
"Yeah?" He answered, wiping a hand over his tired face. Ayane hesitated, drawing in her breath as she looked down over his broad chest. He never would approach her without something to cover him up. She sighed, relieved that he at least put on a pair of trousers. However, in the back of her mind, it would have been more interesting if he actually came without anything on.
"I'm sorry to bother you. I was feeling cold. Did you by chance turn up the air?" He stared at her in disbelief of her waking him for that question. But in silence, he nodded.
"Need me to turn it down?" He sighed, stepping into the hallway. He left the door slightly ajar. Ayane could see a figure moving around inside. He looked back and she turned to follow him, her footsteps trailing his as they walked to the end of the hall.
"Yes, thanks." She replied behind him. He stopped near a wall and placed his hand on a square panel. He brought the side switch up to a level of 70 degrees.
"Better?" His hand dropped down as he turned to face her.
"Yes thanks." She followed him back up the hall. She stopped behind him and he turned around with his hand on the doorknob.
"Need something else?" He asked looking over to her. She paused to look at the floor a moment and the bedroom door swung open from his hand. A brunette stood in the doorway, throwing her arms around David's neck.
"Come back to bed, sweetheart." She whispered into his ear. Ayane heard her words and stared at the two in silence. Her eyes shuffled between David and the woman. The woman leaned her head against his broad, right shoulder as she looked at Ayane with piercing green eyes.
"You already have your hands full." Ayane lowly muttered, clutching the collar of her nightshift. Shielding the hurt in her eyes, she turned away and started toward her bedroom. "I'm good."
"Goodnight."
Ayane didn't reply. She'd shut her eyes and listened to David's voice echo in the corridor just before she entered into her room. The door closed shut and she leaned her back against it.
~Who was that? ~ She thought. She looked off to the side as she heard the other door close. How could David get another just after last night? She thought they connected when he held her close at the party. How he laughed with her as they danced together to the slow melodies of the band. How could he take another into his arms, after he savored the perfume on her neck and whispered sweet 'favors' into her ear? She paused from thought.
~Or was I dreaming?~ She asked herself. She shook her head.
~...No. That was no dream.~ She answered back. She could still smell the faint scent of the J.Lo Perfume on her body. She balled a fist and shut her eyes. When she reopened them, tears blurred her vision. She didn't think something like this would happen again. Not to her, at least. She slowly advanced to her bed. Pushing the sheets aside, she eased herself down.
Maybe she was jumping to conclusions. Just as David had taken her in and cared for her like a lost little child, he probably had taken her in as well. She replayed the Brunette's words in her head and again shut her eyes in disgust. No. That wasn't it. She was his lover, and he didn't even bother to introduce her. Ayane fell back against the gentle mattress and let her right arm crown her head. The other arm rested against her abdomen. The thoughts continued to wander on for minutes at a time as she stared at the window. The falling rain puzzled her with drowsiness and sent her adrift. It would only be too soon that she'd fall off into a deep sleep.