Against better judgement

Kara-Lynne lives in New York City as a writer for People Magazine. Fresh out of college, writing for People has never been the job of her dreams. She's hardly given thought-provoking assignments and when Kara's given the task to publish a story on popular, pretty-boy and charming 'love expert' Ryan Barre, she expects it to be a simple assignment. However, she realises very quickly that things are far from simple with Ryan.


4. Marbles and calves

Kara's apartment was of a good size. White walls, floor tiles, carpet that kept the feet warm.There were a few paintings but they didn't seem to follow a motif. Rather, they were random pieces that Kara found fascinating and thought would make a good addition to the apartment. It added a little colour to what would otherwise be a bland living space. There was an off-white fridge in the opposite corner that Kara walked over to open as soon as she placed her bag on the glass coffee table.

"Have a seat," she gestured to the dark blue couch that faced a medium-sized black screen. Ryan sank slightly in his seat, noticing some discolouration in the fabric and some loose threads. "Here," she called, and it felt like frozen marbles had pummeled into his chest. She winced, laughing nervously. "My bad."

He placed the frozen bag of peas on the place on his head that was throbbing dully, feeling the bump that had formed. He watched quietly as Kara moved around the house, filled up a glass with water which she set on the table in front of him without looking at him. 

She whizzed into her room and was in there for a while. He heard the door close four times before she returned with several clothes in her arms. 

"So," she started, sifting through her choices as she placed them on the arm of the couch. "We have black leggings. Probably a little tight for you but very comfortable."

"That's the first one you picked out for me?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Well, unless you were concerned about your masculinity, I didn't think it'd be a problem. It's stretchy so it's sure to fit you," she smirked. 

He chuckled, wrapping his arms as he rested his head on the couch to hold the frozen peas in place. 

Kara chucked the leggings aside and picked up a beige-coloured material. She stretched it out for him to admire.

"Cargo pants?" 

She shrugged. "They're my roommates' but I'm sure she wouldn't mind. You could embrace your inner Sir David  Attenborough with these." 

"I think I'd look more like a misplaced Crocodile Hunter with those." 

Kara showed him purple pants that looked as if they'd shrunken in the dryer. 

"Do you just want to see me in tights?" he raised an eyebrow. "I do have very complimentary calves despite skipping leg day more than once."

She grinned. "I just thought these would look funny on you. Tights are very slimming, they'd make you look more like a ballerina."

"Ah, irony because of my last name?" 

Kara winked, putting the former and latter suggestions aside. She held up jeans that were ripped at the knees. "Boyfriend jeans, courtesy of yours truly. They should fit you."

"Your boyfriend won't mind?" Ryan sat up straight.

"I assure you, he won't." She threw the jeans over to him.

"Why?" he stood up, unbuckling his belt.

Kara sighed. "Because he doesn't exist. Whoa!" She averted her gaze as Ryan undid his zipper. "You can use my room to change. I don't need a Magic Mike moment in my living room." She pointed to the door at the end of the hallway. 

Ryan smirked as he stood in front of her door. "Since you've already gotten me in my boxers, what do you say to some lunch?"

Kara scoffed, shaking her head and refusing to look up, just in case he really was in his boxers. She thought of the rumble in her stomach and the paper bag she'd left back at the office. 

"It is your duty to show me some New York hospitality, innit?" 


She could hear him as he approached and stood beside her. She stood up, expecting to walk out the door soon. When she took in his figure in her boyfriend jeans, she had to stifle a smile. They were loose around the butt area but did fit his thighs well. She could see his knees making an appearance. 

"Care to help me zip up?" he asked cheekishly, crossing his arms as he rested his shoulder against the wall. 

She looked down, noticing his undone zipper. She rolled her eyes and tugged the zip up. "You're lucky I didn't get anything stuck in the zip," she joked, picking her bag off the table.

When she turned away, she slowly let out her breath that she didn't know she'd be holding. Kara hoped that the heat from her cheeks would dissipate quickly. "Put the peas in the freezer would you?" she held the front door open. After she pulled the door closed with a quick tug, she took a deep breath and pulled his arm to hurry him away. 

"What's the rush?"

When they'd exited the building, Kara let go of his arm and heaved a sigh of relief. "A nosy neighbour." She tucked her hair behind her ears. "And pizza."

Author's note: thanks for reading! If you'd like more chapters, be sure to favourite/like this story & to follow me so that you're notified whenever a new chapter is up :) 

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