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An hour later, Melinda got out of the shower, drying her hair on a towel as she walked out of the bathroom.
Émilie was in her kitchen, cooking. She was wearing Melinda’s t-shirt and baggy pants, which made her look even smaller, and Melinda almost squealed at her because she looked so cute.
Melinda walked to the living room, sat on the couch and picked up her phone. There were 283 new notifications on every social platform she had installed and 74 missed phone calls. All of them from Evans.
Melinda furrowed her eyebrows, glanced over to the kitchen where Émilie was softly humming to herself and smiling while cooking. Melinda smiled at her, shook her head at the phone and grinned. "Too little, too late, Evans, " she says. "You lost your shot. She’s mine now, and I intend to respect her so much more than you did," she said, and cleared all the messages with a smile on her face. She contemplated blocking Evans on everything, but then her lips turned into a roguish grin. "I really shouldn’t…" she said, but opened up her messages and brought up Evans window.
(Melinda) Sorry, you were such an ass that I decided to steal her from you. She’s so wonderful and amazing and you lost all that because you wanted dick? Finders Keepers, Evans. You’re out of the picture now. Have fun with the dick.
She sent the message, cackled to herself a bit, and then proceeded to block her on all of her accounts. Melinda was smiling happily, tapping on her phone, when Émilie walked into the room.
"You seem to be happy, Mel," she said, smiling as she leaned to the door frame and looked at Melinda.
Melinda looked up from her phone and grinned sheepishly at Émilie. "Yeah, I was just being a petty ass online, but it felt so good," she said, and chuckled.
"What did you do?" Émilie asked, smiled at her, and rolled her eyes.
"Nothing," Melinda said, and looked embarrassed. "Well, almost nothing. I sent a message to… to a person…" she said, and smiled awkwardly.
"Evans?" Émilie asked, and folded her hands in front of her.
"Dang, you’re sharp," Melinda said, defeated. "Yeah, I sent her a message," she said.
Émilie pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes and sighed, then crossed her hands back. "Okay, Mel. What do you write to her?" She asked.
"I just…" Melinda said, put her phone back on the table and fiddled with her towel. "I just had to gloat! Just a little bit!" She said, and smiled nervously at her.
"Mel…" Émilie said and shook her head. She was smiling, though. "Well, I guess she deserved it…"
Melinda’s expression turned to one of anger, and she turned her face away from Émile. "She deserved that and so much more," she said angrily. "What she did was… was… I don’t even have the words for that, Emi. I look at you, and… and can’t fathom how anyone could do that. How anyone could risk anything if that meant the possibility of losing you, Emi. How anyone could be that stupid, to… I don’t know. I don’t know, Emi. I would never do something like that. You mean so much to me already, I…" she said, and swallowed hard.
Émilie looked at her with a soft and gentle expression, a tender smile on her face. "Mel, Mel… My precious Mel," she said, and shook her head. "You’re too good for this world, dearest. Nobody deserves you," she said.
"Emi…" Melinda said. "You deserve so much more than I can ever give to you. You’re such an amazing and wonderful person. I’ll feel like the luckiest person on this Earth if you choose to be with me, to be able to call you my girlfriend one day, I…" she said, but her words got stuck in her mouth.
Émilie smiled and walked to her, sitting beside her on the couch. She snuggled close to her and leaned her head against Melinda’s shoulder. She took a deep breath and raised her gaze to her. "Mel, you smell awesome. I love how good you smell," she said.
"It’s the shampoo," Melinda said, and put her hand over her shoulder and pulled her closer.
"Mel…" Émilie said quietly. "I would like it very much if you could call me your girlfriend, already," she said, and burrowed her head into Melinda's shoulder. "It would make it more real, somehow… I'm still processing that last night was not just a dream, and this is not a dream," she said, and lifted her gaze again, looking straight into Melinda's eyes. "Mel, I'm still afraid that I'll wake up at home, crying in a corner, because nobody wants a broken doll; and all of this was a dream," she said.
Melinda wrapped her hands around her and pulled her tight into her lap. "I would love to call you my girlfriend," she said. "If you want, I will definitely use that. Wait, does that mean I'm now yours…?" Melinda said, as a small gasp escaped her.
Émilie chuckled. "Yes, Mel. If you want, I'm yours and you’re my girlfriend, from now on," she said, and wrapped her hand around Melinda's and held tight to it. "Yesterday I thought my life was over, and I was broken and didn't know how to go on… And now… I have all my life ahead of me, with you by my side. Mel, I don't know how to say this other than 'thank you', but… I'm so happy now," she said.
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