Genevieve smiled at the notion, contemplating that perhaps she was not taking the previous gesture to heart—but stopped herself short as the remembrance of Jasper concluded her thoughts, and she was left with a warmth and a lingering smile.
The smile soon after fell as she sharply remembered glancing through the sheer glass of her living room window—seasoned with curiosity she wished had never fallen over her as her eyes fell on the image of Jasper, seated cosily beside no one but mother dear
He asked after a moment, shifting forward in his seat once more as Genevieve dropped her eyes to the table, her teeth finding her lip."Not much... My mom drove me at around seven... and it took an hour... She talked to coworkers, I just sat off to the side the entire night," she shrugged, her eyes scanning the detail of the oak table before her as the man, Luca, drummed his fingers against the surface. It was odd to watch the detective's enviably shaped nails; she was used to a man with hangnail ridden fingers and atrocious cuticles—once
She snatched her hand back to her chest, lips parting as a misplaced tear she could not even feel fell from the shadows of her eyes and thick, dark lashes. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that,"The girl felt bluntly bewildered in the moment, dark eyes wide and lips parted as a second tear met the skin of her cheek, stained by a deeper pink. Her freckles fell invisible to the tone, hidden by the very shade that warmed beneath her skin and defined the thud of her heartbeat in her ears.
The pair had long forgotten about the television that played in the background, the volume too low to notice but just loud enough to still have it hanging from a thread and begging for attention.
It was the same thing on his mind as they shed various garments, the already running shower forgotten beneath the touch of each other against one another, Genevieve's hands clutching for a better grip on the flexing tones of Jasper's shoulders as the pair stumbled through the bathroom door.
Genevieve sleepily lifted her eyes to Jasper's, shifting in his grip as his eyes fluttered open before her, and he greeted her with a sleepy smile of his own. "Hey," She smiled crookedly, her gaze matching his as he drew her closer into his chest.
Genevieve shuffled into the courtroom behind her mother, feeling Mona falsely grip onto her arm as she ushered the short, blonde girl to a seat beside her. Genevieve bitterly knew that there was no dimension to her gestures, but simply just an act behind them—to put it plainly, her mother only clutched onto her daughter almost tearfully, because Jasper was watching.She caught his eye as the pair forwarded in, not Mona, but Genevieve... He knew he had only seen the girl hours before, but he would never get used to the sight of her warm eyes meeting his as a small smile flickered acr
Genevieve sighed, running a hand through her hair as she discarded her house keys on the table by her side and shrugged her cardigan from her shoulders. Feeling slightly more relaxed at the idea her mother was picking up her father from the airport and the two would be spending a night in the city, she didn't fight the small smile that found her lips at the one pending idea.Dinner with Jasper was less than an hour away.She sighed at the idea—sure, when she had prepared dinner with Jasper the evening before, it had been simply magical,
Genevieve's eyelids flew open as she coaxed herself from the daze, the familiar daze of shock. Sadly, the girl was still wrapped in the same scenario she had been snatched from for only a peaceful, slow moment.Her eyes met the very pair she feared most, Mark's, and her arms began to thrash once more.