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After changing her sheets and making her bed; she takes another quick look around to be sure it's decent for her guest. As she straightens up her bathroom; she considers the reason for his visit. Is it really just to chill and talk? If so, what about? Her thoughts pause as her phone buzzes.
After clicking the text icon she sees, "I'm outside." She sends a reply, "Okay. One sec." She takes a few deep breaths and gives herself a once over in the mirror. She's sporting a pair of black sheer leggings and a fitted T shirt, with no bra or panties on. She's vying for sexy comfort verses fashion at, 1 am. And, whatever happens, happens.
When she opens the front door she sees him standing on the stoop; he steps inside and he greets her, "Hi." She smiles as she replies, "Hi." As he passes her he touches her right hip and drags his hand across her stomach. Which peaks her interest. But, she doesn't say anything. She locks the door and arms the alarm, while he waits by her door.
When she walks by him he follows her into her room. Because there's a mirror hanging opposite the door. She sees him checking her out as she walks in front of him, which makes her smile.
After he closes the door behind him; she turns on the lamp between the bed and the cushioned window seat. Which gives them intimate, yet adequate lighting. However, she doesn't realize her face is betraying her.
He comments on her facial expression, "What's the smirk about?" She owns up to it, "I saw you checking me out." He grins and doesn't deny it. as he walks toward her, saying. "That was your plan with that outfit, right?" She takes a step forward as she replies, "Maybe, maybe not. But it was either this, or my birthday suit. So I took a gamble. For the record, which one would you prefer?"
The heat in the room rises instantly for certain between them. He cracks a smile and so does she, as he runs his hand over his mouth and down his chin, as he playfully and intriguingly responds, "Damn, your flirt game is strong tonight." She grins as she says, "I know it's been a minute. But I have my moments. Care to have a seat? " Still reacting to the potency of her comments, he responds, "No doubt."
As he takes her up on her offer as he sits down on the window seat, and she sits catty corner to him. He removes his shoes as he sits back and turns toward her too, as he says, "Man, this is super comfortable. I get why you swapped rooms with Abby."
She grins as she replies, "Yeah, I'm grateful she finally gave in. I love it. I reinforced the padding, its super thick, almost like a mattress. I've fallen asleep a few times here relaxing."
Nodding, he replies, "I can see that. It's a nice chill spot for sure. Hey, thanks for letting me come over." She smiles as she replies, "Well, you were just here a few hours ago. So, is it really any different now?"
He sees her point, but seriously he says, "Well, actually it is. Because this time I'm here to see you. I miss you. And, I didn't realize how long it had been since we hung out together, until we talked earlier."
Realizing he's being sincere; she moves a little closer to him, giving him all of her attention as she replies, "Awe, I miss you too. But surely our chatter about basketball isn't why you wanted to come over, is it?"
He replies, "No. Nothing like that. I saw something while I was here though; I didn't want to mention in front of Mel or Abby." Curious, she inquires, "What did you see?"
He knows there's really no other way to say it, but to spit it out. Regardless of how uncomfortable the topic may be. So, he asks, "Where's your ring?" She knows her face changed after his question. Because her whole body shifted too, along with her thoughts. She didn't see that coming.
He notices her body language change, and he understands he is putting her on the spot to a degree. But, he wants it to be noted he is doing it with love, not to be cruel or judgmental.
Hoping to reinforce the idea of him being genuinely concerned. He follows with, "I don't mean to pry. But, since you got engaged; I've never seen you without it. Even when you two were at odds. So I have to ask. Is everything okay between you two?"
She isn't looking at him anymore. She is looking down at her hands. He feels for her; but again. He isn't letting her wiggle out of the conversation.
Instead of allowing her looking away and being silent, to halt his questions. He places his hand on hers, while they rest in her lap. He cups them, as he softly requests, "Look at me Livy." His voice sounds so sweet, and loving. She responds immediately, looking up at him.
He sees the conflict and frustration in her eyes. Reading her face, without her opening her mouth. Conversely, she can tell he sees her struggle. Reading her like an open book. Just like he's always been able to do. Whenever she was at her worst or best.
Unable to hold it in any longer, despite her unwillingness to share the details with Abby when she asked earlier. She just starts talking. She sighs as she says, "I'm not sure what I am right now other than done. I'm just not sure if I'm completely done and over his bullshit. Or if it's that I'm more so done with being complicit with his bullshit. If that makes any sense."
He nods understanding her point. And he asks, "What happened?" She again takes a deep breath, and replies, "I found out he was banging his R.A. Jasmine." He isn't surprised, but clarifies, "Wasn't she your T.A. for Econ?" She nods, "Yeah. The one and the same. Which is why I was so shocked. She's super nice. We even went clubbing together once." He can feel the tension in her body building, and it pains him to see her weather this emotional storm.
As she reconciles the weight of what she's been enduring, to be with her fiancé. She pauses, gathering her bearings. She wants to speak clearly and concisely, not just out of emotion. Meanwhile, he still has her hand in his, with a tighter and even more supportive grip. She feels the sincerity in his touch, and appreciates it.
In response she interlocks her fingers with his. Instantly she calms down, and once she is ready to finish her thought. She looks into his eyes as she explains, "After I confronted him about it. And he denied it, and again gave another empty apology, after he realized he was caught. I just sat there. I sat there for i don't know how long; But eventually I realized I wasn't angry about him cheating. I was actually more upset and disappointed in her for fucking him, than I was surprised he fucked her! Can you believe that? I mean, what kind of crack head logic is that?"