Main character: Ford (M)& Felicity (F)/Time: One night//Place: C city
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Ding-dong!
Ford stirred groggily at the clear chime of the doorbell. He sat up from his warm bed, still half-asleep, and shuffled toward the door. As soon as he opened it, a cascade of long, silver-white wavy hair caught his eyes, glistening softly under the moonlight as if even the stars had dimmed in comparison. That gentle and captivating presence left him momentarily breathless.
He blinked, stunned, at the figure standing at the door—Felicity. For a moment, he thought he might still be dreaming. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. She was still there.
“What are you doing here?” he asked in a low voice.
Felicity stayed silent. She simply reached out, gently pushed him back into the house, then pulled out her phone and handed it to him.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ53I15jnb7s
Ford glanced at the screen—it was a message she had received earlier that afternoon,87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6etddj5OcY
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Right—now he remembered. He was the one who had called her over.
She slipped off her shoes and walked into the living room. Her light makeup made her look refined and enchanting—almost like a different person from her usual barefaced self. When she took off her black coat, the deep blue dress beneath revealed her graceful figure, and Ford found himself staring, unable to look away.
Grrr...
His stomach suddenly let out a loud growl. Their eyes met in an awkward silence before Ford scratched his head and chuckled, “How about some fried rice?”
Felicity shook her head, “No, I already ate before coming.”
“Alone?” he asked as he walked toward the kitchen.
“Yeah.” She glanced around, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll borrow your bathroom.”
She didn’t wait for a reply before disappearing down the hallway.
Ford rummaged through the fridge and found eggs, lettuce, chicken, and a bowl of cold rice that looked like it had been sitting for a while but hadn’t gone bad.
He threw everything together into a quick stir-fry and set it on the dining table. Just as he finished, the bathroom door opened.
Felicity stepped out, her damp silver hair clinging to her shoulders, a white towel wrapped around her slender frame, revealing her long legs and delicate collarbone.
She moved with quiet familiarity through the living room, disappearing into one of the rooms. Moments later, she emerged wearing one of his oversized dress shirts, the hem hanging loosely around her thighs. What should have looked sloppy somehow made her appear effortlessly alluring.
Ford motioned for her to come over. She sat down beside him without a word, gently resting her head on his shoulder, not interfering as he ate.
The scent of fresh soap lingered around her, her slightly flushed cheeks glowing against the soft white of the shirt. Ford pointed to the half-full bowl of fried rice in front of him and teased, “Here, I even made your portion.”
Felicity looked down at the bowl, along with the full set of utensils laid out. She frowned, “Didn’t I say I already ate?”
“I know,” he smirked, “but I also know you’re always up for a bite. Come on, have some. I made plenty.”
She understood then—he’d simply cooked too much and was looking for someone to help finish it. She rolled her eyes but eventually picked up the spoon and ate a couple of bites out of courtesy before setting it down.
She tilted her head slightly, watching Ford eat with quiet enjoyment. A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved her lips.
Ford noticed her gaze. He paused mid-bite and turned to her.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she replied softly, her voice as light as moonlight.
The moonlight spilled through the window, falling across Felicity’s silver hair. She dipped her head slightly, and a few strands slipped down her cheek. Without thinking, Ford reached out and tucked them behind her ear. His fingers brushed her skin, and she gave a subtle shiver—but didn’t pull away.
Felicity looked up at him. Something shimmered in her eyes. She parted her lips as if to say something but held it back, merely shaking her head and swallowing the words.
Ford didn’t press. He simply let her rest her head against his shoulder once more. She shifted slightly, settling into a more comfortable position.
The room was quiet, save for the ticking of the wall clock. They sat there in silence, side by side, letting their thoughts drift quietly into the night.
End
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