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Ling Yue Yan
Nov 09, 2022
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Title: Morning, Jesse... > Word Count: 1,005 > Warnings: (all applicable warnings must be listed, especially possible triggers; if none, feel free to not include this section in your work) > Created for the Trope-tember Event | (Pining) His nose woke up first than his brain, then other limbs followed. Jesse would never be bored; being jolted awake by the pleasant aroma of coffee wafting in his apartment was one of his indulgences in his dull adult life. He left the undead world to join the lovely living being that was swaying her body to the iTunes while preparing their breakfasts. Apparently, Danisha was cooking a full English breakfast this morning; something good had to have occurred to her yesterday. It was good to see her back to her old self. Losing Clementine, her beloved sister, at such a delicate age of 13 and so suddenly had robbed her cheerful days. How could she be cheerful when Danisha was left all alone in this world? As Clementine's ex-lover, he could only do so much for Danisha as the big brother she never had. However, some of these days, he didn't want to be her big brother. Guilty, Jesse admitted. No 28-year-old man should ever have romantic feelings for his ex-girlfriend's sister, especially one who was only 19. He kept reminding himself who he was, what he was, who she was, and what she was. But, fate could be such a bitch sometimes. As a struggling entrepreneur, he had no time to solicit any woman in his spare time (if he had any, that was). A lonely man, living with a young and beautiful girl from head to toe. He should be given some medals to keep his hands to himself. Round glacial eyes, long brunette hair, and slender legs that he wouldn't mind spending many moons kissing them. Her chest and ass? He had a hard time directing his eyes to her gorgeous, petite face when those babies were right in front of him. Jesse sauntered into their sleek, modern kitchen and took a seat on the counter. Clementine once said she would love to bake her own bread, and her meaning was to have some marble surface to knead the dough. As a man willing to please his woman, he granted it, and then some more. Every surface was made of marble, with stainless steel cabinets. Any pâtissier could open a mini pâtisserie with all the kitchen appliances and gadgets sprawled all over the place. The usual serene morning, Danisha brightly smiled at him while serving his first cup of coffee. "Morning, Jesse." Danisha said as she placed his plate of breakfast. ----------------------------- Could this day even be more perfect? Her application for joining the theater was finally approved yesterday, but she just opened the email this morning. Danisha was happily sharing the good news and chatting away to Jesse about her plans for today. In which included walking lil' Pascal, a mixed Samoyed puppy that Jesse just rescued from a nearby dog shelter, ended with a trip to a new cupcake shop in the neighborhood. If she could have screamed at the top of her lungs, she would have done so. Too bad, their apartment where they lived was not that appreciative. Every day was a perfect day for Danisha. How could they not? Finally living together with your teenage crush after so many times she stole glances at this beautiful creature. He was such a sin—a man she had once only dreamed of from afar. Her fragile teenage heart could only take so much tease. It was summer eight years ago when Clementine brought home a guy for the first time. Danisha was just a gloomy, awkward child with no close friend, but when he accompanied her, she became a bubbly, happy child. If he were the sun, she would be a sunflower, gazing at him despite the heat. If he were the sky, she would be the cloud, a blanket for him in the lonely night and day. After Danisha put the dishes in the dishwasher, she was taking her laundry from the washing machine to their balcony. Most people use their machine to dry their laundry, but she was a traditional girl at heart; she only loved drying the laundry by hanging it outside under the sun, where the wind would carry away any smell. Perfect blue skies and a shining sun—who wouldn't love it? She was back inside carrying the empty laundry basket when she found Jesse lazily lying on the sofa with the pups on top of his chest, drowsy. He was so tall that his legs exceeded the sofa; she could see his sculptured body outline from his fitting t-shirt. If only she was taller, she wanted to nestle her head in the crook of his neck. Too bad her head only reached his chest, far from his masculine jaws. Once she fell and scraped her knees severely on her way home from school; she didn't cry, but she didn't dare to move either. He found her a few hours later and piggybacked her on his broad shoulders. His shoulder had become more muscular as well as wider since then. A Saturday where Jesse was at home like this was a rare feat. Danisha didn't quite understand when he tried to explain it in the past. Something related to an electronic device made her brain short-circuit. She only knew how to use simple home appliances, such as the vacuum in her hand at the moment, the dish washer, washing machine, or oven. As she cleaned their home, she often glanced at the many framed photos of the three of them. Her favorite was the one where she was sitting on his lap when they were on a swing. She lifted that very photo and stared at it for some time before putting it back on the kitchen counter. Unlike the story in the Bible, if she were the snake in the garden of Eden, she would poison Eve for trying to get close to her apple. But, wait a minute, she did exactly that. It was her best decision so far. Danisha wouldn't hesitate to get rid of any Eve who attempted to steal her apple.
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