The arrival
1529 Words
Ramona’s Point of view
Oh man. He was here. I don’t know why I was so nervous, Simon vouched for this guy. I just needed to be welcoming. I paused my music and opened the door. Standing in front of me was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen. He stood about 6 feet tall with shaggy chestnut brown hair, he was clean shaven and slightly tan. His eyes were breath-taking, a beautiful blue-grey that left me speechless. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans that showed off his slender, yet muscular body. I don’t know how long I had been lost in my thoughts, but eventually my mind cleared.
“You must be Skye.” I said extending my hand for a handshake
“And you must be Ramona.” He said reaching for my hand. The second his hand touched mine sparks flew, it was like something inside of me had been woken up, something that was lying dormant for I don’t even know how long.
“Please, come in.” I motioned for him to come into my house and walked away from the door. Skye followed me in.
“Let’s sit on the couch here and go over some ground rules.” I pointed at the other side of the couch for him to sit, and he obeyed.
“I work from home and my office is upstairs, please don’t go up there, as I work with sensitive information, and please don’t go through anything in my room. Nothing is really off-limits per-say, but those are really the only two things I am going to ask of you. Do you have any questions for me?” I asked, looking at him with one of my eyebrows raised. It was starting to heat up in the living room, so I took my flannel off. I watched Skye’s face turn to shock over being able to see my tattoos.
“Just one.” He answered rather flatly. “Why would you let me stay here? I’m a perfect stranger”
“You may be a perfect strange to me, but to Simon, you aren’t. Simon is one of my best friends and I would do just about anything for him. If he trusts you, then I know I can trust you too” I answered rather matter-of-factly. “Let me show you around.” I said before he had a chance to respond.
“Obviously this is the sitting room and living room. Through that door is the only bathroom” I motioned to my left. “Through the big doorway over here is the dining room, then past that is the kitchen. Both bedrooms and the living room are through the kitchen.” I motioned for him to follow me and walked from the living room, through the dining room and kitchen and stopped in front of the fridge. I pointed to one room “That is my room” and then I walked to the other side of the fridge, opened the door, flipped on the light “And this is your room.” Skye was still following me through the house, so he could get a feel for it.
“I don’t see any bags or any of your stuff; did you leave it in your car?” I asked
“Yeah, I did.” He responded, with very little emotion in his voice. I was having a hard time reading him.
“Okay. Let me help you bring your stuff in. It’s getting late and I need to get to bed soon.” I said trying not to show my interest in Skye.
I followed him out to his car and grabbed a few bags. Skye grabbed the rest of the bags and followed me back inside the house. I walked back to his bedroom and dropped off his bags. I turned to leave and he was blocking the door way. I don’t know if it was on purpose or not.
“If you need anything else let me know. I made some chili and cornbread tonight and the left overs are in the fridge if you are hungry. We will talk more in the morning and I am just in the next room if you need anything, just wake me up and let me know. Good night.” I said to Skye as he moved out of the way. I closed the door behind me and walked into my room. I turned the TV, the lights off, and slowly drifted off the sleep.
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Skye’s point of view
She opened her door and there she was. Simon wasn’t lying, Ramona was pretty cute. She had pink and purple hair, two nose rings, eyes that were as green as emeralds and skin that look like it was porcelain. Her hair was damp and up in a messy bun. I don’t know how long we were standing there, just taking each other in, but eventually she broke the silence.
“You must be Skye.” she said extending her hand for a handshake
“And you must be Ramona.” I said reaching for her hand. When we touched, I could feel something between us, like instant chemistry.
“Please, come in.” She motioned for me to come into the house and walked away from the door. I followed her and shut the door behind me.
“Let’s sit on the couch here and go over some ground rules.” She pointed at the other side of the couch for me to sit, and I did as I was told.
“I work from home and my office is upstairs, please don’t go up there, as I work with sensitive information, and please don’t go through anything in my room. Nothing is really off-limits per-say, but those are really the only two things I am going to ask of you. Do you have any questions for me?” She asked, Glancing at me with one of her eyebrows raised. It was fairly warm in the living room and I could tell it was getting to Ramona as she took off her flannel. I tried to hide the shock in my face as she uncovered gorgeous tattoos.
“Just one.” I answered rather flatly, still trying to hide my astonishment. “Why would you let me stay here? I’m a perfect stranger”
“You may be a perfect strange to me, but to Simon, you aren’t. Simon is one of my best friends and I would do just about anything for him. If he trusts you, then I know I can trust you too” She answered rather matter-of-factly. “Let me show you around.” She said before I had a chance to respond.
“Obviously this is the sitting room and living room. Through that door is the only bathroom” She motioned to her left. “Through the big doorway over here is the dining room, then past that is the kitchen. Both bedrooms and the living room are through the kitchen.” She motioned for me to follow her and walked from the living room, through the dining room and kitchen and stopped in front of the fridge. She pointed to one room “That is my room” and then she walked to the other side of the fridge, opened the door, flipped on the light “And this is your room.” I was still following her through the house, but I wasn’t really paying attention, I was still soaking everything in.
“I don’t see any bags or any of your stuff; did you leave it in your car?” she asked
“Yeah, I did.” I responded, with very little emotion in my voice. I was still so shocked about everything that was going on, I was rather preoccupied with the fact that she opened her home up to me so willingly.
“Okay. Let me help you bring your stuff in. It’s getting late and I need to get to bed soon.” Ramona said with very little emotion. I could tell she was not used to being up this late and she was trying to cover up the fact that she was cranky.
She followed me out to my car and grabbed a few bags. I grabbed the rest of the bags and followed her back inside the house. She walked back to my bedroom and dropped off my bags. She turned to leave but I was blocking the door way. I was still just soaking her in. She was beautiful and I wanted to take in more of her.
“If you need anything else let me know. I made some chili and cornbread tonight and the left overs are in the fridge if you are hungry. We will talk more in the morning and I am just in the next room if you need anything, just wake me up and let me know. Good night.” Ramona said to me as I moved out of the way. She closed the door behind her and walked out of my room. I could hear her turn on her TV in the next room.
I got ready for bed and crawled in. I tried to sleep as best as I could, but I just couldn’t get Ramona out of my head. There was something about her that I wanted more of. I wondered how or if I should tell her how I ended up here, in the guest bedroom. I tossed and turned and eventually went to sleep.
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