Now would probably be a bad time to tell her that the modern decoration didn't happen until after I met Miranda for the first time. It was my way of trying to impress her, and it failed miserably. She hated it almost as much as Sophia seems to hate it. Letting the comment hang, I gently shut the door behind us and lock it. "Do you want anything to drink, or a snack or something?"
Why would I offer her a snack? I never buy them. Ninety percent of my food is from restaurants and the only thing I keep stocked in my pantry is Ramen noodles, cereal, and milk. If I didn't need the milk for the cereal, I probably wouldn't have that either. She gives me a small smile, and shakes her head. "No, I’m good. The location of a bathroom would be great, though.”
"Oh, sure." Now the question is do I send her to the guest bathroom in the hallway or the one in my room. I've been out of the game for so long, I have no idea what to do, or which is more acceptable. "There's one in the hallway to the right, or you can use the one in my room all the way at the end of the hall."
"Thanks. I'll, uh, be right back." She rushes down the hallway.
Instead of watching to see which one she picks, and secretly hoping it's the one in my room since I don't know if the guest bathroom has anything in it, I go to the kitchen and grab a glass out of the cabinet. My throat is suddenly as dry as a desert. Each swallow like sandpaper. The beer in my refrigerator is calling my name, inviting me to take a sip and loosen my nerves. I don't want to do that, though. If there is any chance, I get to be wrapped up with Sophia tonight, I want to have a clear head so I can remember every single detail.
It's been well over five minutes since Sophia excused herself. My first reaction is that something is wrong. Maybe she passed out? Then fear grabs hold of me. Or, maybe she's crawled out of the window to the fire escape to avoid being anywhere near me. That would be my luck. I finally find a girl I’m head over heels for, and she bails.
“Sophia,” I call out. She doesn’t answer. Maybe she really did do something that drastic to bail. I should have just taken her home, or left her at her parents’ house. Fuck, I’m in way over my head.
My steps are steady as I walk to the bathroom in the hallway. The door is wide open but there is no Sophia. There is only one option left. My bedroom door is mere feet from the bathroom, but it feels like ages as I cross the hardwood floor to the entrance. The door is closed even though I’m sure I left it open.
My hand is on the knob, and I’m terrified of what may be awaiting me on the other side if she passed out. Turning the knob, I swing the door open, and almost fall back in shock.
Sophia is in here alright, but she isn’t asleep, hurt, or sick. She’s lying on my bed and my pillows are stacked behind her. A temporary throne for the queen that’s taking over every rational thought I have. The only items on her body… a black lace bra and panty set. My jaw hits the floor. If this is a dream, nobody better wake me up.
“It took you long enough,” she grins devilishly, “I thought I was going to have to give up and go to sleep.”
“You pl-planned this?” She will never cease to amaze me.
“Yep.” She crooks her finger and motions for me to come closer. “Are you going to stand there all night? Or are you going to come lie down with me.”
I’ve officially died and gone to heaven. What did I do to deserve this woman? My karma must be good. That’s the only explanation for the sight before me. My feet listen before my brain, and I’m across the room in seconds. My shirt hits the floor, and I climb on the bed next to her. “Is there anything in particular you have in mind?”
“Lean back and I’ll show you,” the words are a promise, and I can’t wait to see what she has in store for me.