Evan’s apartment glowed with afternoon sun. He savored that light on Jess’s skin, reflecting in her hair.
She grinned, opening a sleepy eye. Snuggling into the pillow, she enjoyed the sound the linens made as she moved.
“So,” said Evan, “you going home to his yellow kitchen?”
She was quiet.
His face fell. “Then, are you sure it should be that colour? Maybe I should paint it green.”
“Evan … I don’t make much. He’s hidden money. I can only make small withdrawals from the joint account without him noticing. I want to leave. Soon. But I’m trying to get a little cushion in my own account first.”
“We’d be fine, take care of each other.”
She touched his shoulder. “I think I believe you.”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“I loved him …”
“I’m not him. I want to be with you, not limit you.”
She nestled closer beside him.
He stretched out, basking, then wondered what other colours she liked.
This is the last “chapter” I attempted for week #19 of Julia’s 100 Word Challenge. She kindly gave me permission to go ahead and link this. You can mosey on over there and read everyone’s entries by clicking here.
Many thanks to all who encouraged me in this.