Guess Who?
A/N: Haven't updated this in awhile. So sorry.
Pinching the sheer tab that hung from the drenched, white chord, Gwen twirled her tea bag around her torrid mug, letting the mixture stain the clear liquid to a murky brown. The contents practically resembled a swamp. Blowing out an irked sigh, her listless emerald orbs watched as her beverage blended at its leisure, barely hearing Julie's next few words.
"So, when does Kevin get back?"
Glancing up at the cheerful Asian-American, a pang of jealousy throbbed in her chest. Julie could have her boyfriend by her side whenever she wanted…all it took was a simple call…
"In thirty-six days…"
"Hey, he'll be back before you know it!"
I wish. The redhead felt her burning throat seize at the thought of her charming, strong, onyx eyed Osmosian. He'd left exactly a week ago and it already felt like eons. Being away from the ex-con was horribly agonizing…she felt like curling up and dying without him…the distance was robbing her mind, she couldn't comprehend it… But she was a strong girl. She wouldn't let her jade studded orbs leak a single tear.
…But he was so far away…for far too long.
Continuing to stir her heated mug, the redhead just nodded, enthusiasm deflated from her entire being. The truth couldn't be twisted. She wasn't going to see her boyfriend for thirty-six more freakin' days.
The ghost of his luscious lips haunted her day and night.
His dashing image incased her gifted golden locket absolutely killed her every time she flicked it open. Which was a lot. More than she could count.
"Thirty-six days, huh?"
Warm, intoxicating flesh blindfolded her. Rough fingers brushed over her mascara thickened lashes, causing her eyelids to droop dreamily at the simple touch. That cyclone of scents she wished she could bottle struck her like a zapping bolt of white-hot electricity, causing her veins to throb excitedly. Her hammering heart was a capsizing staccato, just as disbelieving as her ears. She knew that sexy, husky voice anywhere.
"Guess who?"
Those two simple words set her on fire, drenching the shell of her ear with warmth. She couldn't help but shiver at the intimate contact, feeling those dagger-like teeth playfully nibble on her earlobe.
Kevin.
A/N: Eh. It's one in the morning. I tried.