Elias
I walk into the apartment right at seven to the delectable aroma of gourmet food cooking. I smile, drop my laptop bag, and make my way to the kitchen to find Chloe Bennett dancing with her back to me as she cooks. I stand at the doorway and watch her for a moment. She’s wearing a black skirt and a white shirt, her long dark hair is in a ponytail, and her naturally beautiful face is glowing.
A warm feeling of comfort runs through me at her obvious happiness.
All is right in my world when she’s here.
This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t want to be anywhere but here with her. From three o’clock every afternoon I start to watch the clock, waiting for the time I get to come home.
I watch as she picks up her wineglass and sips it; her burgundy lipstick marks t
