It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.

Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song.  You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me.  Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.

If you would like to suggest a song title for a future post, you can do so from the challenge page.  You can also leave a suggestion on the Facebook page.

This week’s song is Someone Like You by Adele and the genre is Romance.  This week’s challenge brought to you courtesy of Girish Kumar.

Someone Like You

“Wake up, sleepy head. Breakfast is served.”

Elsa stretched, her body responding with yawn, and sat up. “This looks wonderful. What did I do to deserve someone like you?”

Jerome placed the tray across her legs and kissed the top of her head. “You don’t,” he said, leaving the room. “You just got lucky.”

Elsa felt that familiar pang at his words. She often felt that she didn’t deserve Jerome. God knows, he did much more for her than she expected and she knew she didn’t do half as much for him. But to hear him actually say it…

“Something wrong with the food?” Jerome had returned with his own tray and sat on the bed next to her.

“What? No. It’s great, thank you.” And the bacon did smell divine. But it was tasteless in her mouth and she forced it down against the growing turbulence in the pit of her stomach.

She finished and placed her tray on the floor next to the bed. Jerome was chewing his last bite and she took his tray as well. “Had enough?” he said.

“It was delicious. Now how can I thank you for this five star treatment?” She slid her hand up the inside of his thigh. He deftly intercepted her hand, pulled it up and kissed her palm. It would have hurt less had he slapped her.

“You can get dressed. We need to get going.”

“Where?” she managed.

“That’s for me to know,” he said. He was already up and pulling on his jeans.

“Join in the shower?” She used her most seductive voice.

“I already showered. Hurry up, slow poke!” He headed out the room, buttoning up his shirt.

Elsa bit her lip as her eyes started to burn. Things were going so well. How’d she managed to mess it all up?

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