I was never used to this house, let alone this room. I'm disoriented and uncomfortable. Everything here doesn't feel like they belong. Probably because I don't belong.
My mouth is dry, and I realize how dehydrated I am after drinking half that bottle of wine. The heat didn't help, and I remove my top sheet to prepare for my exit downstairs.
My movements are slow and quiet. I don't want to give my mom any inkling I'm having a difficult time settling down here. And if she knew I suffered from insomnia sometimes, she'd worry herself to death.
I grab a water bottle from the kitchen and bring it back with me.
When I'm at the top of the stairs, the faintest noise rings in my ears.
Did we forget to turn off the Jacuzzi?
I approach the window that oversees Amelia's balcony and the backyard. The Jacuzzi is dark but unmoving.
Huh.
What the hell is that? It's almost like a bee buzzing or humming sound.
I walk past Amelia's door again and it's louder. I put my ear to the door ever so slightly, and the sound is definitely coming from her room.
Oh my God. Is she using a vibrator?
It's well past midnight! What the hell else would she be doing?
And then I hear a faint moan.
She's pleasuring herself.Holy fuck.
I feel like a pervert as I stand in the hallway while heat grabs me at my ankles and attacks the rest of my body.
Even though my brain is telling me this is crossing a line and I need to get the fuck back to my side of the hallway, I can't move.
When she climaxes, I nearly fall to the floor.
Thatorgasmwasjustwhat I needed to take on the day. For once, I wake up feeling refreshed.
I didn't plan on using Theo as fodder for my fantasies. In fact, after my orgasm, I was mortified it happened at all. But it's hard not to when I couldn’t get his body out of my mind.
It won't be happening again—fantasizing about Theo, I mean. I won't let his gorgeous face prevent me from reaching my goal of finding a new job and getting the hell out of here.
When I get out of bed, I realize I'm going to have to rethink every clothing option from here on out. I can't go downstairs in my tiny pajama shorts and no bra like yesterday. I'm no longer living with my boyfriend, and I need to cover up.
Slipping on some frayed jean shorts and a black top knotted in the front, I nod at my image in the mirror and go downstairs.
It's Monday morning, and Molly and my dad are nowhere to be seen.
This isn't aHome Alone"I made my family disappear" situation where I can finally get some peace and eat ice cream while watching terrible TV.
I'm still going to go about my day with or without them around. I make some fresh coffee and run back upstairs to grab my laptop to look for new job postings.
Theo's room is quiet, and his door is shut. Is he still sleeping? It's 8:00 a.m. but maybe he's not used to the time difference yet.
I push him to the back of my mind and head downstairs to job search.
Just as I'm about to open my email, I get a text from an unsaved number.
A tightness in my eyes occurs, and I blink hard to read it again.
Mr. Robinson? Did he have a change of heart? Is this nightmare about to end?
