Hiding in the bushes

Kira spent a lot of time trying to gather her thoughts, trying to collect herself and decide what to do… but she couldn’t form a good plan. Talking to Andrew still seemed the best option, but the anger and grief from catching him the first time was all back in full **** again. Worse even, seeing him so much more passionate pretending to fuck her than he ever actually had been when they were together. It was all confusing and wrong… but did she have any other options?

It was possible she would have remained motionless for hours, stewing and processing her reality… if she hadn’t heard steps toward the front door. The one she currently crouched next to beneath a window.

Panic.

Panic and shame filled her mind, she didn’t know which of the two inside was walking her way, but she knew she didn’t want to see anyone currently. Kira glanced around wildly, before making a snap decision.

Hedges lined the sidewalk leading up to Andrew’s apartment, with space between them and the plaster wall exterior. Without much time to think she squeeeeeezed in,, slipping into that space and trying to calm her breathing.

This is ridiculous, she immediately thought, there’s no way they don’t see me.

At that moment she heard the door swing open and the clicking of heels on concrete. It seemed the visitor leaving, rather than Andrew.

Every fiber of Kira tensed as the clicking began to pass her little hidey-hole.