Damn it, I don’t think I’ve ever been this anxious in my life. Judging by her tone — so innocent and completely devoid of ulterior motives — I wouldn’t be surprised if she really invited over only to give back the money, just to then dismiss and slam the door in my face a second later. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my years of glorious service, it’s that the ones who at first glance seed the most prudish and frigid in the world always turned out to be the most depraved once the bedroom door was closed. And since Kimberly really seems like the embodint of innocence and modesty, well... if one thing leads to another...
The afternoon spent together really flew by in the blink of an eye. First, I took her out for a drink at the best place in Tis Square. Obviously, everything was on , even though she didn’t take it very well — she insisted at all costs on paying at least her share. In the end, she gave in when I said, «This round is on anyway, but if you’re really dying to put your hand in your wallet, then it ans you’ll pay next ti.»
Yeah, next ti... and she agreed without batting an eye! Fuck... things are going better and better!
After the aperitif, we treated ourselves to a relaxing walk through Central Park, enjoying the evocative view of the sunset. On top of that, that stretch of road also happens to be a shortcut to her place.
And finally...
«Here we are,» Kimberly says, stopping in front of the entrance to a rather modest building — although still better than I feared. It’s certainly not one of the trendiest buildings in all of Manhattan, but it’s not a dump either. And considering apartnt prices around here, she probably isn’t doing all that badly.
I barely have ti to cross the threshold before I notice her calm, composed deanor visibly waver the mont she pulls her key ring out of her bag. Her face reddens, her breathing slows, and her hands clearly begin to tremble as she tries to insert the key into the lock — even though she’s doing everything she can to mask this sudden anxiety.
Ugh, what a pain... I’m afraid I’ll really have to put aside all the fantasies and ntal plans I ticulously worked out during the afternoon. After all, with her this nervous and uncomfortable, it’s better to take a step back rather than push things and risk ruining everything.
«Alright then, I’ll wait for you out here,» I say naturally.
But the very mont the words leave my mouth... sothing strange happens. She hesitates for just a second, as if she too had ntally prepared herself for a certain scenario and my words had completely caught her off guard. That disorientation lasts only an instant, but it’s so evident it couldn’t go unnoticed.
«Oh, don’t say nonsense, Jace,» she replies with a radiant smile, turning the key in the lock. «There are a lot of unsavory people hanging around these streets, and I certainly can’t hand you over such a sum out here in the open. Co in — it’s not a problem, really.»
I don’t know whether what I said reassured her enough to make her lower her guard, or if she’s simply doing a better job of hiding her anxiety. I don’t care — the only thing that matters is getting inside.
After twelve interminable flights of stairs, I finally find myself standing in front of her apartnt door — a situation that, until this morning, I wouldn’t have considered even in my rosiest expectations. And to think that all of this happened because of that argunt with Naomi... after all, as they say, not all bad things co to harm.
It would be a jerk move to admit it, but I’m almost glad about that fight with Naomi — even though, obviously, I still hope to make peace with her as soon as possible.
So, I step into the apartnt.
The living room is as normal as one could imagine — a perfectly ordinary red couch, a perfectly ordinary wall unit, a perfectly ordinary table surrounded by equally ordinary chairs. Nothing flashy or luxurious, in short.
But her bedroom... well, that’s a whole other story. And yes, her bedroom — because that’s exactly where I am right now.
«I hid the money among my clothes, so my parents wouldn’t accidentally find it,» Kimberly murmurs, rummaging through a chest of drawers — not the underwear one, unfortunately.
Fuck... her room is like a damn national library! She told she loved ancient books, but I expected at most a handful of dusty volus on a shelf, not entire wardrobes cramd full of them. There must be at least two hundred. Now I understand why I’ve never seen her wear anything that costs more than twenty dollars... she spends it all on books!
Finally, she pulls a white, bulging envelope out of the drawer and hands it to .
«Here’s the loot. I counted it three tis — it’s all there,» she says, holding her arms out toward .
«T-Thanks, even though I still can’t understand the reason for all this. It was just a gift, it’s not like you stole it...» I murmur, taking the envelope and slipping it into the front pocket of my hoodie. «Well, anyway, I’d say I can go now,» I add, turning toward the exit.
Unfortunately, I no longer have any excuse to stay, since she’s already given back the money. Not that I’m really in such a hurry to leave Kimberly’s bedroom, but I can take it as a test: if she were to look for so other excuse to keep here a bit longer, then... it would be a done deal.
«Thank you for the drink, Jace. But I warn you — if you don’t let pay next ti, I’ll really get mad!» she mutters, puffing out her cheeks, adorably angry. «So, see you tomorrow at school. Have a good evening,» she adds, her voice as sweet as honey, lting my heart.
Damn it... Kimberly isn’t just incredibly sexy — she’s sweetness incarnate. How is it possible that a girl like this really exists?
Well... in the end it didn’t turn out the way I hoped, but at least we’ve already set up a third date — it can be considered a half victory. At this point, it’s just a matter of ti before Kimberly fucks — I’m sure of it!
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