@drunkbutbrilliant
Thunder rumbled out in the distance as the rain started dancing on the windowpane. It paired perfectly with the soft candlelight and the soft piano music Mikah had going in the background. The power had gone out about twenty minutes prior to the thunder and for once, she was thankful she had the common sense to purchase the candles despite Per’s bitching. Turning the page of her unbelievably cheesy romance novel about a woman falling in love with an Adonis built Scottish Lord, her mind shifted to Per. He had sent her a text about going out with a couple of guys for drinks, a celebration for his reinstatement. Not that she had been surprised that he had been reinstated. He, currently, had the highest record of solved cases and had even solved a cold case from fifteen years ago. On paper, Per was the best detective Oslo Police ever had and even Mikah knew that the Higher Ups wasn’t about to let their prized Stallion out of their grips. Still, her eyes shifted to her phone, that text had come in four hours ago and she hadn’t heard anything.
Sighing, Mikah looked back at the book and memorized the page she was on before closing it and standing, her back popping at the same time. The old couch was a pain but the pillows she bought was a definite improvement. More than once, she had caught Per using one against his back, but she knew it was best not to say anything about it. Stubborn stallion that he was. The red wine looked black in the dim room as she poured it into one of the crystal glasses Per had bought her. To be honest, she wasn’t sure why he bought her the glasses, but she wasn’t going to complain too much. It was rare for Per to buy her anything unless she had picked it out already.
Taking a drink, she got comfortable on the couch and picked up the book where she left off. The main characters were about to fall into bed and Mikah knew the sex was going to be detailed for the next twenty pages. She pulled the thick black blanket over her bare legs and shifted, finding that sweet spot where the couch sank just right where she couldn’t feel the springs. Per’s shirt had shifted so it fell off one of her thin shoulders just enough to tease a lover…but Per wasn’t there and he wasn’t big on teasing when it didn’t involve a knife or rope. Things had just gotten hot in the book when Mikah heard a car door slam shut outside and the sound of wet footsteps coming closer to the flat door. Those green eyes shifted to the door when Per finally stumbled inside.
From what she could tell, he wasn’t actually that drunk but after spending damn near a year and a half sober, he couldn’t handle it the same way he did back then. Per shrugged off the soaking wet jacket and hung it up on the hook before tossing his keys in the dish that sat on the table next to the door. He really should have taken an umbrella.
“Did you have fun?” Mikah asked, taking a drink of her wine as Per kicked his boots off.