Meant To Be Yours

Fleur’s POV

I yawned and opened my eyes at the sound of the alarm. I slipped the blanket off my body and sat up. After switching off the alarm, I got to my feet, wore my flip-flops, and headed to the bathroom.

I’m on morning shift, so I have to get to work before 9 a.m. I reached the bathroom, pulled off my pyjamas, and placed them on the sink. I have to get pyjamas for Elva soon, I thought as I put on my shower cap and got under the shower with sponge and soap in hand.

I took a towel from the cabinet after bathing and tied it firmly around my body.

Plus a towel for Elva, I thought.

I walked to the sink to brush my teeth. When I finished, I hurried back to the room, opened the wardrobe, and brought out a cream armless gown with a belt. I opened the drawer, selected my underwear, then walked back to the bed. I laid the clothes out, dried my body, and applied body lotion.

I got dressed, and within a few minutes, I was done.

I picked a pair of black shoes and quickly slid my feet into them.

I brushed my hair, applied hair lotion, carried a black shoulder bag, adjusted my dress once more, and walked out of my room.

I knocked on Elva’s door but got no response. I knocked several times—still nothing.

Or could she be in the living room? I thought.

I peeped into her room and saw her still asleep on the bed with a novel on her chest. She was still in yesterday’s outfit. I really need to get her pyjamas today.

I didn’t want to disturb her, but I had to tell her something.

I tapped her shoulder twice, and her lashes fluttered. She was waking up.

Elva’s POV

I opened my eyes at the taps on my shoulder.

Yawns

It was Fleur. She was already dressed for work.

“Good morning, Fleur,” I greeted, sitting up.

“Morning, Elva. Hope you slept well?” she asked.

“Yes, Fleur, thanks,” I said.

“I didn’t want to disturb you, but I just wanted to tell you that you can microwave yesterday’s leftovers. I’m running late and won’t be able to make breakfast,” she said.

“Okay, I will,” I replied.

“Bye, I’ll be back by afternoon,” she said, heading to the door.

“Bye,” I said.

“Arrgh,” I groaned and fell back on the bed. I felt like sleeping more, but it was already morning.

I got up and walked to the cupboard. I opened it, and a blue blouse with black shorts caught my eye. I picked them out, grabbed my underwear, and headed to the bathroom.

I pulled off the clothes I was wearing and set them aside for laundry. I wore the pink shower cap and got under the shower.

I brushed my teeth and dressed in the bathroom. I didn’t know if Fleur took my measurements, because the clothes fit perfectly, like they were made just for me.

I walked out of my room and headed to the kitchen.

I brought out yesterday’s leftovers from the fridge, plugged in the microwave, and placed the meal inside.

I leaned against the kitchen counter with my arms folded beneath my chest, waiting for the food to heat up.

I wondered where Mig was.

Should I ask if he wants some?

“I better do,” I said and walked toward Mig’s room. I knocked gently. I was about to knock again when the door opened, revealing Mig. His hair was messy, and he was still in his pyjamas.

Even like that, he still looked perfect.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as we stared at each other. I didn’t know why I was always shy around him.

“Good morning, and I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’m microwaving the leftovers, so I came to ask if you want some,” I said.

“Oh… sure. I’ll join you soon,” he replied.

I nodded and walked away, releasing a sigh of relief when I entered the kitchen.

I switched off the microwave and brought out the hot meal. I dished the food into two plates and carried them to the dining room. Then I went back to get two bottles of water and two glass cups.

I sat down, unsure whether to wait for him or not. I decided to wait a few more minutes. If he didn’t come, I would start eating.

**

I perceived the scent of shampoo and heard approaching footsteps. They grew louder as he neared the dining room. I didn’t need to turn—I knew it was Mig.

He sat opposite me and… damn.

He looked hot.

He was wearing a black sweater and grey pants. He looked fresh from the shower, and his thick black hair was dripping wet. He licked his lips, and I almost shivered.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said, and I nodded, swallowing hard.

We ate in strained silence. My thoughts were all over the place.

As soon as I took my last spoonful, I stood up, walked to the kitchen, and placed my plate in the sink. I started washing it with more effort than necessary.

I washed, rinsed, and placed it in the drainboard, then dried my hands and walked out of the kitchen.

“I’ll be in my room,” I said to Mig. He nodded.

I felt his gaze on my back as I walked away. I entered my room and gently closed the door behind me.

I sat on the bed, picked up the novel from the bedside table, opened to the page I stopped at, smiled, and continued reading.

Mig’s POV

Arrrgh!!

Why does she have to be so damn attractive? She is exactly my type. I like ladies with more flesh. She is beautiful, with nice curves, and I found myself staring at her while we ate breakfast. Her deep black eyes glistened, her lips looked pinker than yesterday, and her face was starting to regain its color.

Her black hair had a natural shine even without lotion, and it was so long it spread down her shoulder to her waist.

I was about to start a conversation when she suddenly stood up and went to the kitchen. Then she walked back to her room.

Of course, my gaze rested on her back as she walked away.

“Oh, God, get a grip on yourself,” I scolded. She was just a stranger who would leave once she regained her memory.

I stood up. I needed to go feed the horses. I grabbed some carrots from the store, filled a bucket with clean water, and walked to the stable.

I opened the small door, dropped the carrots and water, and smiled as I walked toward the horses.

We had two horses in the stable, Clea and Con—Fleur’s and mine. Clea was mine, and Con belonged to Fleur.

I rubbed their backs and they neighed in recognition.

I picked up the carrots and fed them. They chewed quickly, so I kept giving them more until the carrots were gone.

I placed the bucket of clean water in front of them, and they dipped their mouths into it.

I was about to rub Clea’s back when I suddenly heard a loud bang followed by a scream of pain from the house.

“OMG, that’s Elva! I hope she isn’t hurt,” I thought, rushing back inside.

TBC…