Leah stared at her reflection hating her own answer. “That she’d need to make a choice.”
“What choices would those be?”
Closing her eyes, Leah answered her mother. “Either to stay and work it out, or to realise it was a big mistake and leave.”
“I’m sorry you have to make these choices, baby. You’ll figure it out in the end.”
“And if I don’t?”
Her mother sighed. “Do you really have much of a choice?”
Leah shook her head. “No.”
“I’ll be waiting to hear from you. Good luck, honey.”
She disconnected the call and then made her way back into the laundrette. After a couple of hours, their clothes were washed, dried, and neatly folded. When she got back to the apartment she’d iron them for the guys.
Leah was careful with the washing as she loaded them back into the now cleaned sacks. She waved goodbye to the owner then made the walk back to the apartment. It no longer felt like her apartment but a thing. A place she slept in. Leah knew she was more hurt about begging them to take her. What if she hadn’t begged? Would they have still taken her?
Her face was red as she got back to her apartment. The doorman nodded at her. She smiled even though she didn’t feel there was much to smile about.
She used the stairs to walk up to their floor. The door was not locked, and she let herself inside with ease.
Chase and Mitch were sitting in front of the television. She tensed as they turned to her.
“I wondered when you were going to make it back home,” Chase said.
Mitch looked up and down her body. She felt an instant bolt of lust straight in her cunt. Leah licked her lips, looking at the pair of them.
“I did the washing. You had a lot of clothes to sort through.” She put her key on the hook they put by the door.
Mitch came over taking the sacks from her.
“I’ll iron them,” she said.
“All right.” He lifted them up. She noticed the strain on his muscles even though he didn’t complain. A memory of her nails sinking into the flesh of his arm flashed across her mind. The memory was gone as quickly as it had come. “You’re still on for making dinner tonight. I’m starved.”
Leah smiled feeling the tenseness ease out of her. “Sure. Anything you want.”
She moved toward the cupboard where she kept the iron and the board. Mitch put the sacks on the chairs and went back to the television.
You’re a coward.
She knew she should be talking to them about what happened, but she couldn’t bring herself to destroy the peace around them. They both seemed happy to her. Bringing up last night was wrong.
You’re going to regret it.
No, I won’t. They don’t want to talk about it, and I seriously don’t want to talk about it.
This is your chance with them.
Leah knew she was in love with them. She didn’t know why she was holding herself back from them. Being with them was a dream come true.
It would be a dream if you remembered what it was like to be in their arms.
Shutting off the thought process, she picked out each item and made sure to make it crisp before putting it onto their pile.
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