Maybe things are looking up?
Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. We are a well oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards. It’s something that we started up in college with Angel. A weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game that we play and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. It’s more to hang out and have fun than anything else. Maddie and Angel have been very careful of who they let in their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still happening. Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left. Just a silent orbit around each other. Hold each other through the tears and the pain. But not really talking. I mean, what was there to say? We were enough for each other, but not for the man that we love
I’ve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight. “You three belong together.” “He loves you.” “He wants you back.” “What do you have to lose if you do call him?” I know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt me, us, all over again? What’s the definition of insanity? Doing something the same way over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldn’t it just be insanity to allow him back into our lives again and hoping for a different result. Though both Angel and Marta have said that he’s reducing his hours at the business, that they’ve hired a lot of new people, and that he’s learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he have really changed for us, even if he didn’t think that we’d be there for him? I don’t know. We’ve been in bed since midnight and it’s 3 am. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe. I tie the robe
I’m standing outside of the girls’ apartment, my old apartment, with a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler with drinks, fruits, and icings to add. I have muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels. Ok, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. I’m just so fucking anxious about this whole thing that I don’t know how to handle my feelings right now. I had been awake when Andie had texted me last night, contemplating what Angel had said to me earlier that day. I’d actually been looking at pictures of Andie and Jaime on my phone when I got the text. We’d been so happy before this whole thing started. I miss them. So damn much and it took losing them to understand what I’d done wrong. I didn’t even have to think twice about it, I immediately texted her back that I would bring breakfast. And then I fell to sleep without any issue. Granted, I’d only gotten a few hours in bed, since I had to make deliveries to the bakery this morning.
Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Love in the Time of Quarantine. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you. 1. If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 2. Other books on GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Trio Legacy Series: The stories of the children of the wolves introduced in the Trio of Mates Series. Completed: Hide and Seek, Ongoing: Red Rover Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) 3. Follow me under the same name
Restaurants? Closed. Parks? Empty. Streets? Deserted. The world just suddenly stopped. The coronavirus (COVID-19) began in Wuhan, China, showing up in late December 2019. It quickly spread throughout the globe, causing death, financial disaster, job loss, and family upheaval. There isn’t a part of our lives that hasn’t been affected by COVID-19. As of today, February 24, 2022, there have been over 431 million worldwide deaths with new cases occurring every day. For many, we have lost loved ones. Some were stranded in other countries with no way to get home for weeks or months. Most of us were unable to see family or friends who lived out of our immediate bubble for nearly a year. The effect of quarantine on our mental health, learning, work, and relationships cannot be undersold. It brought Tiger King, sourdough bread making, so much Zoom, mass pet adoptions, and TikTok dance challenges. Working from home took on a new meaning while you tried to juggle children loggin
The doorbell rings and I immediately become flustered. Ashton is here. My body flushes with the anticipation of seeing him. I quickly walk to the door and stop in front of the mirror beside it. My long, thick, dark brown hair is pulled into a ponytail that falls down my back. My blue eyes are clear and bright with my excitement. My maeve lipstick sets off my light complexion well and highlights my full lips. I pull down the tight cream shirt, making sure that my cleavage is on full display and wipe my hands on my jeans. I know that I seem a bit thirsty, but DAMN I AM. Ashton James has been the star in nearly all of my sexual fantasies since I was 13 years old. Now, at 19, I’m going to be spending an entire week alone with him while he interviews for several companies in the area. My college roommate is helping her family move this week, so he’ll be staying in her room. Once I check that my appearance is as good as it’s gonna get, I plaster a smile on my face and open t
Ash decides that he would rather stay in, so I start working on dinner. I’m making his favorite: my mother’s lasagna. “I’m gonna go shower. Public transport just makes you feel all grimy,” he says after opening a bottle of red wine for us. “Don’t drink that until I get out! It’s gotta breathe.” “Yes, sir!” I snap him a salute before turning back to the meat cooking on the stove. “Mmmmm. I could get used to that kind of obedience from you.” As he walks past, he smacks my ass with the towel that’s in his hand. “Asshole!” I call after his laughing form as he hurries into Kora’s room. Over the next 15 minutes, while I hear the water running in the shower, I cook the meat, make the sauce, and layer the lasagna in the dish. I’m just putting it in the oven when I hear Ashton calling my name. “What?” I call back to him as I set the timer on my phone. I hear a muffled sentence. Somet
By the time Ashton wanders into the kitchen after his shower, I’ve set my plan into action. I’ve put on some music, a club playlist on Spotify, and am swaying my hips along to the beat. I’ve changed into a low cut white tank and cutoff jean shorts. I wear both when I’m painting, so they’re covered in paint, well worn, and form fitting. I’m washing dishes and have made sure to splash water all over the front of my tank, making it see-through. You wanna play, Ashton? Game fucking on. I hear him walk into the kitchen and stop. There is a definite inhale of air as he takes in my appearance. I put an extra sensual sway into my hips, singing along with the music. I act as if I don’t know that he’s there. Putting the dishes away, I run my hands over my body, acting as if I’m wiping water on my clothes, making sure to run them over my stomach and down to my hips. As I finish putting away the clean dishes, I continue dancing. My hands move to my hair, pulling the tie out