chapter 1
hunger
Opening the large mahogany doors of my apartment, I hear that familiar beautiful voice echoing from behind the wall that separates the foyer and the living room.
“Ian, Is that you?” coos the voice. An undertone of laziness dances between each beautiful syllable, causing a smile to creep across my lips.
“Yes, Ashe, I’m home.” I respond reassuringly while removing my heavy suit jacket and hanging it on the tall brass coat rack besides the front door.
Rounding the wall into the living room, I remove my vest and tie, throwing them both on the ottoman at the base of the red leather plush chair that I proceed to sink into. Across from me lay Ashlee, sprawled across the couch, feet up in the air. Her bright green eyes illuminated in the darkness by the incandescent flickering from the television. Hues of browns and greens dances across her face, as a lovely couple attempts to find their dream house with the help of a spunky real estate agent. She wrinkles her noses, as she sucks in a tiny sniffle, the freckles that dot across the bridge of her nose dance.