Chapter 4: Fantasy
Rose gathered her dress as she walked through the bushes. Her shoes were a little loose, but even that wouldn’t slow her down. She skipped, jumping over some stones. She had already checked out the path during the day, so she was pretty prepared for any obstacles. This path was different from the one she used to go see Ander.
Ander’s house was quite some distance from her parents’ house. She had to pass two streets and three houses before she eventually got to the back of his. Rose scaled the wooden fence smoothly. The only mishap was that her dress got stuck at the top of the wooden fence, and she had to hang upside down, exposing her rear to the moonlight. Thankfully, she was able to stealthily pull it off, but she ended up falling into the flower bushes, almost crushing the poor things. Ander’s mother would not be pleased.
Rose got up quickly, making sure she was still hidden and that no one had been alerted by the noise of her falling. She was grateful there were no dogs, or else she would have already been found out. She brushed away the dried leaves and sticks that got stuck to her dress. She looked at the house, and there was not a single light on—no sign of life in the house.
She let out a breath and carefully approached the house. She knew exactly where Ander’s room was and knew he would be sleeping alone. After all, it was supposed to be the room she would move into with him. Ander’s parents’ house wasn’t all that different from her parents’. It was just a little bigger, and they had a sitting room separate from the bedrooms.
Rose sneaked to the window and saw it was open. The only thing obstructing her path was the curtains. She was grateful Ander always slept with the windows open. Rose slowly inched the curtains out of the way as she climbed into the room, one leg first. She had to be careful, or else she might hit something that would make a loud noise.
She dropped her toes first before her heel and sighed. Rose could pick up the things inside the room immediately. A shelf was in the corner of the room. Rose knew the contents—they were carved pieces made by her father and some by her, though her work was nothing compared to her father’s. She smiled as she remembered Ander telling her hers were always better.
Rose shifted her gaze to the floor. Ander was lying on his back, an arm underneath his head. He was snoring softly. Rose couldn’t clearly see his face, but she knew exactly what he looked like and could draw him in the dark. He had a lean face, a mole under his lips, eyes that reminded her of dark grey skies, and when he smiled, a small dimple appeared on his left cheek. Rose thought he was very handsome.
She snapped out of admiring him. She was here for a reason. She grabbed the waist of her dress and pulled it upwards. She dropped it to the ground and was completely naked. Rose winced as the cool air hit her bare skin. Her bosom reacted immediately, poking out. Her silhouette against the wall from the moonlight left nothing to the imagination—perky breasts, a slim waist, a plump behind, and lean long legs.
Rose crossed to Ander. She carefully put a leg across him and lowered herself until she was sitting on him. She covered his mouth with her palms just as Ander’s eyes flew open. He was still drowsy from sleep, so it took a while for the situation to register. Suddenly, he jumped and tried to push her off.
"Andy," she whispered seductively. "Tis me."