The Hive performed their hit song, Shades of Bora, and they had undoubtedly never met such a small audience as loud and wild like that one. Drinks flooded the room to wet their very dry throats, a result of all the fangirl-screaming.
By chance, Christopher and Cora bumped into each other at the wine stand. Nothing popped up as an excuse to ignore each other. They had to suck it in and tackle that huge, dark block standing between them.
"Hey.", Christopher said first.
"Hi.", she nodded,
"Are you having fun?",
"A time of my life.",
"I'm glad.",
Cora grabbed the first glass of wine she saw, and started walking away. But Christopher still had so much to say. He hardly caught her hand, "Can we talk?",
"We just did. Unless you have more to say.",
"I do.",
Cora had no choice but to go with him outside. Their exit was witnessed by Freya and another one. Was she happy to see them leave together? Not very much. But that's what she wanted, and she got it.
The sky resembled a starry blanket. Every little thing was magnified over there, amplifying the dramatic effect. Christopher stood ahead, Cora was a few steps behind him, waiting for him to turn and face her,
"I have a feeling that Freya lied to me.", said Christopher, looking up the sky, "I feel like you didn't want me here.",
"Wonder what makes you say that.", Cora sounded sarcastic.
Christopher looked at her, in a way that almost felt like he was studying her, "I wish you could see how you look at me.".
"I know.",
"Did I do something wrong?",
Cora sighed, "Why did you send me that letter?",
"Because _",
"Don't bother answering that. I won't buy it. You see, I'm never a second pick, like, the moment I find out that I'm even an option I skedaddle. You sent me that letter because you and Freya had a fight. I just felt like a soft pillow to land on. I don't want to be that for you.",
"I never liked Freya like that.",
"Tell that to the 'you' who immediately forgot I was there after seeing Freya for the first time. I know it's not about the money between you because your family is also well-off. But whatever it is, leave me the fuck out of it. Go inside and kiss her if you want. I don't care. Never play with my feelings like this.",
"I befriended Freya because I wanted to be closer to you.", Christopher blurted, kind of fired up, "How could I tell a girl that I'd only met twice that I had feelings for her? I knew it'd never sound sincere and you'd even stop being friends with me. Freya was my way of being closer to you.",
"Wow!", Freya's voice was heard coming from behind them. They both immediately turned in sync. Turns out she had been standing at the staircase all that time, eavesdropping. I warned you about the dramatic effect, which was exactly what was happening at the moment.
"You're a cruel guy, Christopher.", said Freya, wounded, "Right when I thought we were kind of something, I find out that I was just an object to you. This really hurts, buddy.",
Freya rushed down the staircase and out of sight she went. Cora had lost the words. She just wanted to be alone. And so, she too left, only she went a different direction from Freya. The web was starting to detangle.
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KNOCK, KNOCK!
Christopher was startled from his deep thoughts. Who was knocking on his door so late at night? Maybe someone else was also lacking sleep. As he headed for the door, he wished for it to be Cora _ or Freya, any of the two. Speaking of undecided.
But to his surprise, it was none of them. In front of him now was Winslow, wearing her silky, short nightdress, hair kept nicely in a floral bonnet. She neither had a blanket nor a phone with her. Her hands were empty.
"Can I come in?", she asked, so effortlessly.
"What are you _",
"Thanks.",
She invited herself in. Christopher stood at the door, baffled by what was going on. He peeped outside; it was just them. The hallway was so empty and quiet. He closed the door and turned around. Winslow looked patient and peaceful, like it was not at all weird that she was in his room at 1 am.
"Get in bed.", she said with a commanding tone.
"What?", he was baffled,
"Get in bed.",
Something about her scared him. He thought it was a good idea to just obey her. He walked to the bed and sat. He nervously gulped, so many scenarios playing in his head. One of the scenarios manifested; Winslow loosened her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing her perfect, naked body.
An instant hypnosis; he froze like a skinwalker, eyes refusing to look away from that pair of plump, soft breasts on her chest.
"Take off your clothes.", Winslow ordered again.
And like a soldier, Christopher was naked within 3 seconds. Winslow slowly began walking towards him, "We're going to have sex. If you don't want to, I want you to kick me out.",
Christopher shook his head, his other head excited by the unexpected surprise. Winslow climbed on top of him and placed a wet kiss on his numbed lips. Once he pulled her in, she stopped and leaned back.
"Do you know my name?", she asked,
"N-no.", he shook his head like a disciplined student.
"Good boy.",
She went in for the kiss again, and this time one thing led to another.
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