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.
"Do you wear this?" The man held a sweater before himself, eyebrows raised slightly though not a trace of expression worn across his every feature. "Come on, we need to do this quickly,"Genevieve reluctantly lifted her eyes from the window before her and instead to the man who stood by her dresser, eyes blank, hands resting over her crossed ankle. After spending so much time in Jasper's bed, she had come to realize how uncomfortable her—the one she sat on—truly was. The mattress was stiff and the duvet had nowhere near as much volu
"You're worrying, aren't you?" Jasper was the one to break the silence, finally speaking into the absence of words, his eyes flickering from the road before him and instead to the girl to his right who nervously clutched a stuffed bag in her arms, another by her feet. Her teeth had found her lips, something thatdidsuggest she was nervous, and her fingertips drummed on the fabric in her grip."No," Her answer was simple and blank in tone.
The morning showed no sun of hope, the sky dull and laced with thick clouds. Genevieve did not question when she awoke in a cold pool of empty blankets, the space of the bed beneath her far too large to be her own—and the room that surrounded her only confirming her thoughts. Her back was stiff nonetheless, and her shoulders ached as she sat up—proof of a restless night.The house she stood in was silent as she climbed to her feet, Jasper's bedroom door sitting ajar as she approached. The lack of light that bled through the thin cur