Page 37 of Petite Fleur

Okay, maybe not the last part, although I would hate to see how I'd react if I actually saw my girl on a date.

It's not like she could afford it anyway; I've had to resort to convincing students to tip her at work with my money, which isn't easy.

She works part-time at the campus library.

Nobody tips at a fucking library!

Well, nobody used to.

Now, two or three kids come in a week and ask for help finding some random fucking book that she'll never find in a million years and tip her for her efforts when she fails.

It's a pain in the ass to convince kids to do it, but it's so worth it when I see my girl buy something extra at the grocery store or buy herself a coffee before class.

Her whole face lights up with a smile when she realizes she can, in fact, afford the extra things in her cart.

I'm convinced I saw her do a little dance one day when she realized she had enough money to buy a candy bar at checkout.

As pathetic as it was, it was fucking adorable, and she fucked that candy bar up on the walk home.

I’ve tried to 'drop' money on paths I know she takes, but my little goddess of a woman picks it up and gives it to the fucking homeless or sticks it in a tip jar at the closest establishment she passes.

She's far too good for me and my world.

That alone proves it, and I wish it deterred me, but it doesn't.

It fascinates me that this woman can survive for an entire week on cabbage, potatoes, and oats yet give away the random money she finds on the street.

Before meeting Maeve, I'd say nobody is actually that selfless. I'd say it was an act the upper class put on to make themselves look better, but now I know the truth.

Now I know that the less fortunate give more than they should while the rest of us sit on our pedestals and count our money.

It's fascinating, but also not the point.

The point is that Maeve is always so precise with her schedule, and yet today, she strayed from that schedule, and I need to know why.

So, that leads us here, to me sitting outside her apartment while I wait for her and this friend to leave.

I've been sitting here for so long that I'm convinced I fell asleep with my eyes open and missed them leaving, but finally, the friend does.

She sneaks out of the apartment and practically skips off down the sidewalk with a smug smile on her face.

Maeve, however, doesn't come back out.

I wonder why…

Once this friend is far enough away, I hop out of the car and sneak up the fire escape until I can get a good view of her bedroom.

Fuck, I shouldn't have done that.

She's asleep in bed, laying on her side, with her plump little bare ass up in the air.

From the angle she's lying in, I can even see her sweet pussy from between her slender thighs.

This little view of her isn't going to be enough.

I need to touch her.

I need to break in and feel her warm skin and smell her.

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