"What?" Rachel called through her door.
"I'm hungry," I fake whined.
"And?" Rachel responded.
"I'm hungry," I repeated, hoping to draw her out of her room.
My eyes stayed on the kitchen doorway. Come on Rachel. I tried calling her mentally, come closer you know you want to!
"I'm hungry," I called out again, smiling as I heard movement.
I grinned as Rachel stood in the doorway. Her hands were on her hips, her eyes locked onto mine.
"What are you, five?"
"If I say yes will you help find dinner?" I chuckled.
Rachel rolled her eyes as she strolled closer to me. She opened a few cabinets, standing on her tiptoes to peer into the higher shelves. I couldn't stop myself from smiling at her.
"Do you need me to lift you up?" I offered, wondering if she would even let me place my hands on her waist to give her a boost.
I shouldn't be picturing that. I can't make Rachel do something I know she wouldn't be comfortable with.
Rachel spun on her heels to face me, her chin raised to look into my eyes as the distance between us was a hand away. "No thank you," her voice was tight as her hands went behind her so that she could jump onto the counter and rest her bottom there.
Rachel twirled then sat up on her knees so that she could search the shelves, my eyes were on her back, and for a brief moment a little lower.
"How do you feel about mac and cheese with hot dogs?" she questioned, glancing down at me.
"It's food, so yes," I responded, watching her sit down ready to leap off the counter, but now we were nearly eye to eye.
I was too close for her to jump off without falling against me. Taking that extra step, closing the gap between us, her legs were on both sides of me. Our hands touched briefly as we both went to push some of her hair behind her ear. Even in the short moment I could feel the smoothness of her skin, my hand trailed down her long, wavy strands. The green orbs watched my every movement before returning to my own eyes. My eyes started to follow with each gesture that brought our lips closer together. The warmth of her body was so close while my hand cradled the back of her head. Yet I withdrew myself, and her eyes fluttered back open. Glancing to the floor then to the wall, this didn't feel right. Rachel and I were married and I was dating Amanda still.
"Not yet," I whispered, my voice hoarse, starting to walk away with Rachel still on the counter.
I had to break up with Amanda. I was not in love with Rachel. We did not pick to be married now, nor to each other. The least I could do was erase one obstacle.
"I'll be back," I called out to her, as I went out the door.
The sky was dark when I came back, the door was still unlocked with a light glowing in the windows. A plate of food was on the table with a fork ready for me. Rachel was curled up on the couch with her eyes closed, appearing to be asleep. Creeping closer my theory was confirmed with her eyes closed lightly, her chest rising slightly with each breath. A weak smile formed across my face. I pulled the blanket that was out on her making sure that her body was covered, to keep her warm. Pushing some of her hair out of her face that had fallen, I noticed that she looked angelic, she didn’t deserve this.
7
Rachel
My eyes struggled to open as the dim light came into the room. Stretching I felt stiff; I apparently fell asleep on the couch the night before. Sitting up I rubbed my eyes and yawned, I so was not in the mood to deal with school. I was still very exhausted, I hated Mondays, always. My foggy mind felt like I had close to no sleep, it was a restless night of all the details that I was now not living with my family, but rather my husband, Nick March. How were the other grades going to treat mine when we walked into school today? I prayed that the protesters weren't still screaming at the gates. We didn't want this, we wanted the marriages annulled, and being yelled at was scary. A couple of the parents were there screaming for their kids, but there were guards preventing kids from escaping.
Sluggishly, I made my way towards the kitchen where the box of Cheerios was still on the counter. Standing on my toes I reached for a bowl, placing it on the counter and grabbing a spoon from a drawer. Yawning, I tilted the box to see the waterfall of mini O's, but it was short lived. Narrowing my eyes I peered into the box, that jerk ate almost the entire box! Growling, I put some milk in my cereal and wandered around the kitchen while I ate. I don't know why, but I've been pacing while I ate breakfast getting ready for school for the last few years. When I was done I rinsed the kitchenware off before placing them in the drying rack.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and washed my face in an attempt to wake up more. Finally reaching my room, I closed the door before I went on a hunt for a clean shirt. As I threw on a long-sleeved shirt I wondered if our parents would be sending us our clothes or if we supposed to just wear the same clothes over and over again. Pulling on my jeans, I searched around the room for my hairbrush before finding it on the floor. I brushed my hair to untangle the knots and then braided it. Strolling back into the bathroom I put on a layer of mascara to add to
