I take the stuff back to the bathroom. Ellie’s singing. She has a sweet, calming voice. Leaning against the doorframe, just listening for a few verses before knocking. No answer. I open the door and cover my eyes, dumping the clothes and boots on the floor before leaving. I wanted to look, but I made her a promise. I always keep my word, no matter how tempting it is to break it. The shower stops running. “You okay?â€� I shout through the door. “Great, thanks!â€� “I left some clothes; they look about your size. Hope they’re okay? Couldn’t find anything fancy.â€� “They seem fine,â€� she shouts back. A few minutes pass. I hear the shuffling of fabrics and Ellie cutely chuntering to herself. “Ash?â€� â€Ô¨±ð²¹³ó?â€� “Would you come in here for a moment please?â€� “Err, sure…hope you’re decent?â€� I laugh. Opening the door, she’s sat on the side of the bath with one boot on and the other in her hand, looking sorry for herself. “What’s wrong?â€� “I can’t get this one on. I’ve tried but it hurts. Will you help me?â€� “Sure.â€� I kneel at her feet; pull her sock down to give her foot the once over. “It’s still pretty swollen. We just need to loosen the laces.â€� I go to work on them. Carefully taking her ankle, I help to glide her foot into the boot. “There it fits!â€� I chuckle, as she throws her arms around my neck and embraces me. “What was that for?â€� I ask, when she pulls her warm cheek away from mine. “Because I felt like it.â€� She beams, and that gap between her front teeth makes her smile ten times more enticing. “It’s just a shoe.â€� I shrug, getting to my feet. “Well, to me it’s so much more.â€� She stands. “You look great.â€� I take in her casual jeans and jumper look. Like this, she doesn’t look above me; in fact, we look like we fit. She could easily pass as a country girl.
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I take the stuff back to the bathroom. Ellie’s singing. She has a sweet, calming voice. Leaning against the doorframe, just listening for a few verses before knocking. No answer. I open the door and cover my eyes, dumping the clothes and boots on the floor before leaving. I wanted to look, but I made her a promise. I always keep my word, no matter how tempting it is to break it. The shower stops running.
“You okay?� I shout through the door.
“Great, thanks!�
“I left some clothes; they look about your size. Hope they’re okay? Couldn’t find anything fancy.�
“They seem fine,� she shouts back. A few minutes pass. I hear the shuffling of fabrics and Ellie cutely chuntering to herself. “Ash?�
â€Ô¨±ð²¹³ó?â€�
“Would you come in here for a moment please?�
“Err, sure…hope you’re decent?� I laugh. Opening the door, she’s sat on the side of the bath with one boot on and the other in her hand, looking sorry for herself.
“What’s wrong?�
“I can’t get this one on. I’ve tried but it hurts. Will you help me?�
“Sure.� I kneel at her feet; pull her sock down to give her foot the once over. “It’s still pretty swollen. We just need to loosen the laces.� I go to work on them. Carefully taking her ankle, I help to glide her foot into the boot. “There it fits!� I chuckle, as she throws her arms around my neck and embraces me.
“What was that for?� I ask, when she pulls her warm cheek away from mine.
“Because I felt like it.� She beams, and that gap between her front teeth makes her smile ten times more enticing.
“It’s just a shoe.� I shrug, getting to my feet.
“Well, to me it’s so much more.� She stands.
“You look great.� I take in her casual jeans and jumper look. Like this, she doesn’t look above me; in fact, we look like we fit. She could easily pass as a country girl.