Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?
Therese woke up with a smile on her face. Even if she tried to deny it to herself, she knew it was because of the possibility of Carol contacting her soon. It had been only a day since she gave her number to the woman.
What made her morning even more beautiful was that she dreamt of the blonde spooning her from behind and if she just focused more, she could feel the blonde’s hand on her waist clinging tightly. Waking up, she noticed that it was just a pillow neatly tucked in her back. Laughing at the ridiculousness of the reality, she removed herself from the bed and proceeded to her working desk.
She eagerly checked her phone for any new messages or if she missed any calls. To her disappointment, she only saw Genevieve’s text asking if she needed help for her shoot that day. She chastised herself for having such a reaction, it’s too early for Carol to call anyway, maybe she’ll contact me later in the afternoon.
With that in mind, the brunette left her room and just went on with her daily routine. The only difference was that she kept on checking her phone every five minutes, even her brother noticed her frantic state.
Suddenly, her focus on her phone was shifted to Dannie’s loud music. Amy Winehouse was playing on repeat, it made her even think more of the blonde and their first interaction. Smiling like a schoolgirl, she shook her head and finished her meal.
“Dan, as much as I love to hear Amy sing, can you lessen the volume? I’m waiting for someone’s call and I don’t want to miss it,” Therese asked her brother
The auburn man stopped swaying for a second and followed her sister’s favor, “Whose call anyway? I know it’s not from the gallery.”
“Just from a friend,” the brunette answered vaguely.
“Ohhh, is it a friend or a friend?” Dannie asked with her brows raised suggestively
“Poop off, it’s none of your beeswax,” she glared at him. “Anyway, can we go to the gallery together? I have a shoot today and might be there until the evening,” Therese asked her brother.
Dannie noticed her sister’s segue but dismissed the thought, “Sure, get yourself ready. We’re leaving in 30 minutes.”
The brunette got herself ready in less than 20 minutes. She opted for something casual that day, she was wearing an all-black attire. With her black sweatshirt, black jogging pants, and worn out converse, she looked like an emo teenager.
Dannnie couldn’t help but laugh at her appearance, “Damn, sis. Are you sure we’re not going to a funeral or anything close to that?”
“If you keep on insulting me, I might go to yours instead,” Therese smartly fired back. “Besides, you know I want to work smoothly. I want to wear something comfortable and easy.”
“Fine, we’re good to go?”
The brunette fixed her bangs and slung her bag on her shoulder and nodded.
Therese was tired. There was nothing else to describe it. She was extremely and undoubtedly tired. She had been shooting various people nonstop. The poor woman didn’t even have time to eat lunch. Every model had a different setting. She had been going in and out of the gallery, to attend the locations needed for the shoot. By the time she finally had a chance to take a breather, Therese looked like she was about to pass out.
Lying down on the studio’s sofa, the brunette was trying to catch her breath. Her final shoot was done, the only thing missing now was her self-portraits. That could wait, she told herself. Sweat was evident on her forehead and it made her uncomfortable. She sat up and was fanning herself with her hand when she remembered something important.
Fumbling through her bag, the young woman didn’t have a chance to check her phone until now. To her great disappointment, Carol was yet to contact her. Throwing carelessly her phone to her desk, maybe they’re busy today and have a lot of customers. Sighing to nothing, Therese decided to distract herself instead and look at the photos she took that day.
Few minutes had gone by when the brunette heard her stomach growl. She hadn’t eaten anything for today aside from her breakfast. Luckily, Genevieve went to her studio bearing sandwiches and fruits. Even though the redhead didn’t knock on her door, she was glad for the intrusion.
“Gen, you’re an angel. Did you hear my stomach grumble and just decided to bring me food?”
“These? These are for me, darling,” the woman teased her.
Therese wasn’t in the mood for jokes and pouted her lips in annoyance. She ignored the woman’s presence and Genevieve found it endearing, some things never change. The redhead laughed at her reaction and offered what she brought, “Of course, these are for you. Dannie told me you’ve been working all day and he wasn’t sure if you’ve eaten already. I don’t want any of my artists to die from hunger, you know.”
The young woman tore down all the food in front of her. She didn’t even notice the loving look Genevieve gave her. She was so hungry that day, she felt like she could do anything. The redhead kept talking about dinner parties with the board, but she understood nothing as she was hyper focused on her food.
A ring interrupted Genevieve's musings and answered mindlessly. Therese didn’t shift her focus on the redhead’s call and just kept eating. “Genevieve answering, who’s this?” The other line was dead silent, all she could hear was heavy breathing. “Hello, who’s this?” Nothing. No response. “Hello?” She tried again. “If you won’t answer, you’re just wasting my time.”
By the time she hung up the phone, Therese was finally finished eating. “Who was that?”
“I don’t know, someone tried to prank me, I guess,” Genevieve rose from her seat and went to the door. “I have to go, I’ve got a date waiting for me downstairs.”
Therese cleaned herself and accompanied the redhead out of her studio, “Thank you for the food, Gen. You literally made my day. Enjoy your date.”
The two said their farewells and sealed their partition with a kiss on each cheek. The young woman went back inside to check her phone and still, there was nothing. Maybe she’ll call me tonight.
Three days later, Therese found herself again in the comfort of the gallery’s studio. Although this time, she was mad and not in a good mood. The brunette didn’t understand why the blonde wasn’t contacting her. She was sure that she made it clear to Carol that her intention was more than just purchasing albums. The young woman had been waiting for almost a week already and her patience was wearing thin. Not a fan of incompetence herself, Therese decided to wait for two days more and if Carol didn’t still contact her by then, she’d let it go. What a waste of time, she told herself.
A knock on the door destroyed her train of thought and she was clearly annoyed by the disturbance, “Who is it?” irritation could be heard in her voice.
“It’s me,” Genevieve calmly answered. “Are you ready to go or you still have things to do?”
“Go where?” even the presence of the redhead didn’t help in quenching her anger.
“To the dinner party, remember? The board set it up as a celebration for your exhibit, I mentioned it to you the last time you were here”
Therese sat on her desk defeatedly, as if suddenly tired of everything, “I’m sorry, it went out of my mind. I’ve been busy lately, but I just have to take my self portraits and I’m good to go”
Her answer made Genevieve all thrilled. Knowing the exhibit was about nudity, she assumed Therese’s portraits would be too. She tried her best to remain still and unbothered, “Do you need any help? The faster you’re done with this, the earlier we can go to the restaurant.”
The brunette considered her help, she didn’t want to keep the executives from waiting. That would seem unprofessional and arrogant and Genevieve looked genuine in her offer anyway, “Sure, the set is already done. I just need someone to fix the lighting and assist the camera.”
It was an intimate and solemn set. Therese wanted something that would reflect her loneliness and solitude. The two went on to work and made sure everything was ready. Genevieve adjusted the lights to Therese’s liking. She filled the tub with water and made sure it wouldn’t overflow once the brunette went in. She even had the camera position prepared and computer all connected. The only thing left to do was for Therese to take off her clothes.
The young woman seemed to hesitate for a second but reminded herself that this was a job. She didn’t need to be shy around Genevieve because they were both professionals and also, the fact that they had seen each other’s body already.
Therese took a deep breath and slowly disrobed. Genevieve’s eyes went wide but immediately controlled herself. It had been a while since she saw the brunette’s naked beauty and her libido going nuts didn’t help her thirst. She quickly clenched her thighs together and looked at the camera, “You ready?”
Therese just nodded her head and went in the tub, “Just continuously click the button, don’t wait for my signal anymore. The angle’s set anyway, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
The brunette proceeded to pose for the camera, she could hear the endless shutter going. An hour went by and the two still worked closely. Therese rose from her position and wiped off the water on her body.
Genevieve stood near her and offered a robe, “We’ve got hundreds of shots, I’m sure you’ll find something up to your standards. Besides, you’re always the most beautiful person in the room and these photos just proved it so”
Therese meekly accepted the robe and smiled at her. She didn’t even try to lie to herself, she knew they both could feel the tension arising, “Thank you for all the help, Gen. Let me just wear some clothes and we’re good to go.”
She removed herself from the redhead’s presence and aimed at the comfort room. Halfway through, she felt a hand tug her arm. Therese spun around and saw Genevieve looked at her differently. It was the look the woman gave her whenever she wanted to bed the brunette.
Frozen in her place, she saw the woman move to her personal space and look at her lips. Therese knew where this was going but felt like she didn’t have the power to stop it from happening. The next thing she knew, a set of soft lips was pressed against her. Genevieve kissed her passionately and the brunette was too shocked to react. She could feel the redhead’s tongue on her lips asking for permission.
When she finally came to her senses, Therese pushed Genevieve off her and wiped her mouth, “Gen, what are you doing? I thought you’re fine with just being friends?”
The woman seemed to not have the answer and stuttered, “I-I don’t know… I-I’m sorry, T.” Genevieve didn’t wait for her answer and instantly left the room.
Therese was left alone in her robe. She was dumbfounded at the turn of events. She couldn’t help but touch her lips. In that moment, she realized she didn’t want anyone else’s lips but Carol’s.