"So did Evelyn get on her flight okay?" I ask Odette as I prepare her some jam on toast. Evelyn's flight was early this morning and considering I haven't seen Odette for the last couple of days, she decided to drop by my apartment after making sure her sister was safely on the flight back home.

'Yes, I'm going to miss her though.' Her expression pulls at my heart strings, that small and unhappy pout residing on her lips shows me that she's upset about her sister leaving - it must be hard to be so far away from her family.

"I know baby," I saunter over to her, and press my lips against her temple in a loving gesture. I can't help but think back to the letter every time I'm with her, it makes me curious as to what she's thinking and how she's feeling right at that precise moment; is her heart is fluttering? Is her skin is tingling like mine is?

She wraps her arms around my waist as I speak, my right hand gliding across her back whilst my right holds her hips securely. "I have to hand my project in tomorrow." I inform her of the deadline; everything is pretty much done, I've just been editing the format lately to see what looks the best and after a week of editing I think I'm finally happy with it.

Odette pulls away, 'wow has it been a month already?' I nod with a small smile, it seems like time has passed her by too. Her hands start to move as she continues the conversation, however my eyes stare solely at hers, watching intently as the beautiful features absorb her own movements. She's so incredible, her eyes like a clear sea.

My mind blurs due to my lack of concentration, I was too focused on examining her stunning eyes than reading her hand movements - I only caught a few words and I'm pretty sure she didn't say what I thought she did, "I was too busy admiring your eyes just then and I'm pretty sure you didn't say, 'do you get a meal tomorrow?' So could you repeat that please love?" My smile is wide at her small blush, I don't know if she's blushing because I was admiring her eyes, or because I called her 'love'. Although knowing Odette it's probably both.

After gaining composure she starts again, 'do you get to decide what area of business you go into tomorrow?' What was I thinking? That sounds nothing like what I thought, I must be deteriorating... Either that or you need to pay more attention, my subconscious snarls back at me.

"Not quite, Margaret said that the project was designed specifically so that it uses all areas of the company - whether it's the art and design, or travel, or marketing and sales areas and so on. It's been designed in a way that I could literally chose anything and do that. She said that I have to hand it in first and if the board approve of my work, only then will they give me the opportunity to progress in the business." I explain to her. I don't actually get the promotion straight away, my work has to be scrutinised by a board of governors from each area of James and Miller Enterprises Ltd and also by Illuminate Airlines' managing director. No pressure Harry.

'And what would you like to go in to after all of this?' She asks inquisitively, leaning the small of her back against the kitchen counter.

"I'd like to be the managing director of the company."

Her mouth drops, 'of the entire company?' I nod, 'Harry that's a big job.' I notice worry cross her face and I can't help but smile at her concern, my dimples already protruding - snippets of her letter reminding me that she loves it when that happens.

Teasingly, I close the gap between our faces; my lips gently brushing hers and my breath warming her delicate skin. "I have a masters degree and a good recommendation. I'll be fine baby, but thanks for worrying." She blushes, the heat from her crimson face radiates onto me and I chuckle at the action, moving away before she can connect our lips.

I watch as Odette rolls her eyes, clearly embarrassed, although obviously used to my teasing by now. I take her toast from the toaster and spread some raspberry jam on top, 'thank you.' She signs, taking the plate from my grasp; her pale skin brushing against mine softly, allowing the minute hairs on our skin to embrace for just a second before she walks away from me to sit at the kitchens island.

"Have you thought about if you want to take the job offer?" We haven't really spoken about it in all honesty, Odette's been busy with work and I've been trying to make this project faultless,  therefore we haven't really spoken about the job opportunity that Mrs Yates gave Odette.

'I couldn't work for a big company Harry. I struggle to talk to people as it is, I'm happy with my jobs and I'll always be here to help if you need me. But that's just not me.' I understand her completely, although she looks scared of my reaction, as if I'm just going to drop and leave because she doesn't want to work with me.

I don't want him to hate me like other people have, I can't bare to think what would happen if he hated me.

The words from her letter haunt my thoughts. The look on her face now solidifies her intimate words, she's scared, she's so scared of losing me. Her eyes are looking at her plate as she fiddles with her food, clearly having lost her appetite. She's thinking the worst, I know it, I can feel it in my bones. She needs to know that I'm here to stay and I'm not going anywhere, but how can I prove that?

Her eyes remain on her plate, avoiding me. I use my best acting skills - not that I have any - and place my hand dramatically on my heart, titling my head back like a prima donna. "You don't want to work with me," I flick my shoulder length hair and smile cheekily at her. "I thought we were something Odette, how could you not want to work at my company? Spreadsheets are so much fun I don't understand." She giggles silently at my sarcasm and I know I've won her over, I've brought her back from those dark thoughts that engulfed her innocent mind only moments ago.

'I'm sorry to disappoint you Harry.' She smiles jokingly but I know she truly means it. It's better I suppose if we don't work together, I'll be fighting off all the men in marketing that have mansions and yachts, and god knows I can't compete with that!

My arms wrap tightly around Odette from behind as she continues eating her breakfast, I never thought that I would ever be in this position with her when I moved in opposite. I was so naïve to think that she was rude and arrogant, when in actual fact, she simply got upset because she didn't want to disappoint me. Her heart is much bigger than she wants to let on, or can even express to anyone.

My chin rests lazily on her shoulder as we both read the newspaper on the counter in front of us, "movie tonight?" My pink lips move against her cheek allowing her to feel my words.

She simply nods and continues reading the paper. Offended by her lack of acknowledgement I lean forward and take a sneaky bite out of her jam on toast, running out of the kitchen before she has time to react. Maybe tonight can be the night that I ask her to be my girlfriend.

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A small knock on my apartment door signals Odette's arrival; she had to leave earlier because she had a sign class at the library, apparently the children are really excited that Odette is going back to France to see her family, and have been asking her questions non stop about her life back home - her answers are discreet as always though.

I open the door and step to the side, her lips surprise me as she presses them to my cheek; the gesture making me blush slightly at the contact, I don't think a girl has ever made me blush before. The sweet smell of her perfume fills my senses, it's a flowery smell - one that I've grown used to over the course of this last month.

She holds the DVD up for me and I smile at her choice, obviously she would pick my favourite film; she did say that she's never seen it before and that's why she wanted to watch it, although a little part of me thinks that it's just because she wants to make me happy. It's an internal argument I haven't really resolved yet.

"Ah, great movie choice." She offers me a small smile and walks softly over to my couch sitting down delicately in her newly allocated space. Every time she comes over to my apartment she subconsciously sits in the same place, it's happened that often now that I've just internally named that her spot; I don't even sit there when I'm on my own.

I take the DVD from her grasp and insert it into the DVD player, watching as Odette looks confusedly at the multiple remotes, having no idea how to set it all up, she looks intimidated by technology. Maybe that's why she loves writing so much.

"I'll put the subtitles on for you." She nods delicately and watches me as I set the whole thing up, my movements forcing me to brush past her occasionally.

After about an hour of watching the film, the blanket I always leave at the side of the couch has now worked its way onto the both of us; the warmth of our bodies encapsulated by the fluffy canopy as we near each other. Odette's head rests on my shoulder and her left hand lies lightly on my chest - her eyes tenderly closed as soft snores fall from her beautifully kissable lips.

I release a small smile as I mindlessly watch the subtitles flash on and off the screen, she looks so peaceful and comfortable; I sigh in defeat, "what are you doing to me Odette?" My question goes unanswered. "I wish I knew, I wish I could help whatever it is. You're starting to trust me, and I'll never take advantage of that," she stirs in her sleep, her eyebrows furrowing and a pout crossing her face - she looks sad, like she's about to cry. "I'm here for you Odette," I console the beautiful girl beside me, my lips pressing to her forehead, "just let me in."

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