I replayed her story in my head when the wheels starting turning, “You two weren’t planning on coming home that night?” She shook her head, having spent the last hour talking, it was easy to see that she was drained. Easy for me to tell that she was ready for quiet. I bit down on my lip again, “Interesting.” Lennox furrowed her eyebrows in a question, what?
“Stay,” He whispered in my ear as he started unbuttoning the cardigan for me. It was intimate and he never acted that way around me before.
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I made it to the bathroom but not in time to lock myself inside. So I leaped in the bathtub and tried hiding lamely behind the curtain. He jumped in after me and slammed me to the shower wall tickling my ribs. His face was all red and gooey. I looked up and noticed that the shower head was the detachable kind with a hose. Thinking quickly I reached to grab it with one hand and blasting the cold water with the other. He was soaking wet and the bathtub floor was now red. Archer made a weird grunt noise and grabbed for the hose which only made us wetter. I ducked under his arms, out of the tub, and ran toward the living room laughing. He caught up with me and tackled me on the couch.
“Why do you have those anyway?” Ophelia asked wrapping up my third grade portrait. My mother had all of my formative years plastered on the wall. My only-child status was obvious. I could tell Ophelia was restraining from commenting on every photo she wrapped. The amusement on her face was apparent.
“My dad was terrified of clowns so my mom kept collecting them so that he would get over his fear. She figured if he saw them on a daily basis he would become so used to them that his Coulrophobia would fade away.
“And did it?”
“Don’t tell me you love me,” I finally said.
“Why not?” He looked hurt.
“Because I am not a good person.” He was on top of me so it was hard to look away from him even though I wanted to.
“Ophelia Mae Micheals, I love you,” He said anyway.
“I told you not to say that,” tears were in my eyes.
“You can’t tell me how to feel.” He said kissing the tip of my nose.
“Those words should be protected and saved for someone you truly love,” A lone tear leaked into my ear. I hated myself more then I ever have at this particular moment.
As if we were always meant to meet.
As if I born to find her.
I had never been one to believe in love and first sight because it all sounded like over-the-top rubbish. Attraction at first sight, maybe, but love? No way.
Ophelia had only just left the room yet my fingers trembled and my body shuttered as if it ached for her to be near.
It was crazy and unethical but my heart was slowly becoming hers, undeniably and uncontrollably.