Page 4 of Eight Weeks
“Well, Sofia. I happen to live about two minutes from here. You can come with me, get all… cleaned up, change, andthenI can get you to your aunt’s house. If you’d like.”
Sofia is shaking her head almost instantly. “Hell no. I’ve watched far too many documentaries. Pretty boys like youalwayshave some shit up their sleeves. A knife, most likely.”
I swing my arms around like a fool. And—surprise—nothing comes falling out of my sleeves. “I only kill women on the second date.”
“It’d be way less obvious to do on the first date withanotherguy she’s dating. They’d question him first.”
I’m not even sure why I’m taking in her words as deeply as I do, genuinely thinking about it. I amnota murderer. And I never planned on becoming one. But I suppose she does have a point. A great one even.
“Well, do I have to be scared for my life if I take you home with me?” I ask, pushing my hands into my jeans pockets.
“Always.”
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Sofia
“but just for this moment / let me live in my head”—Made Up Story by Andi
I have to say,Aaron is ridiculously handsome.
He fits right into the beauty standard. Athletic, blond with eyes that could blind people with its brightness. Though, they’re not blue but green. He hasn’t really smiled at me yet, but even so I can tell he has a pretty one.
Personally, I never really understood why that’s the standard in the beauty industry. But I’ll admit, he sure is good-looking. Could make it as a model if he tried to.
“If you want, you can take a shower, too,” Aaron tells me right after he knocks on his bathroom door.
It’s kind of crazy how my first day here sort of started with me meeting a guy with the same name as the one I’ve said goodbye to last before leaving.
I shouldn’t take the offer, but I feel more than disgusting. “Thank you!”
“My best friend could come home any minute, so maybe try not to take more than ten minutes.” I suppose that’s his way of telling me he wants me to get lost. I can’t even blame him for it.
I don’t try to react to him, as rude as that might come across. I wouldn’t even know what to say, to be honest.
All I want to do is freshen up and—Wow.
My eyes move over to the variety of shower products, only to land on women’s shampoo. He even has women’s bodywash here. If it weren’t for the typical 3 in 1 man’s one, I wouldn’t assume he’s taken and rather believe he prefers the smell of fruits thanmen.
But:
Dude has got a girlfriend and casually invites some stranger into his house. I wonder what she would say if she knew I was here.
Men don’t usually have a whole shower full of shampoo, conditioner and God knows how many hair products. At least I’ve never come across one. There’s still a chance he’s one of the few that do, but again, judging by the 3 in 1 men shower gel, I doubt it.
???
As I get out of the bathroom, freshly showered and no longer feeling as though blood is running down my legs, I find Aaron’s bedroom empty.
I’m not sure how rude I am allowed to be by walking out of the room to look for him, but I also don’t want to wait here for him to come back.
So, I do what my subconscious tells me not to do and walk right out of his bedroom. The room door on the opposite side of Aaron’s is open, and because I seem to be nosy lately, I peak inside.
Aaron is putting something into the drawer beside the bed, but that’s not what I’m really paying attention to. It’s the picture frame I find on the other nightstand.
“Who’s that?” I ask before the thought of asking even entered my brain.
Just like that, Aaron flinches slightly but turns around to find my eyes. Then he looks over to the other side of the bed, smiling. “That’s my sister.”
