Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Uh-huh.” She marches past me, into the apartment. “The driver had a semi.”
I smile. “I don’t doubt it.” I close the door and watch her as she looks around.
“I forgot how beautiful this apartment is.”
I look around as I try to see it through her eyes. “Wine?” I ask.
“Yes, please.”
I go the kitchen and pour her a red wine, refilling mine, too. “I’ve only just come back,” I admit.
She sits up on the counter like she always does, and I stand between her legs.
“What do you mean?” She lifts the glass to her lips, and my cock clenches in anticipation as I watch her. Wonderful memories of her sitting on the counter just like this flood back like a tidal wave.
I need her back.
“I didn’t come here for a long time. I stayed at my old apartment,” I continue.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. After I had the meltdown, I didn’t want to come back.”
Her face falls. “You had a meltdown?”
I nod. “I had to take a couple of weeks off work.”
She drops her head and stares at the floor for a moment.
“What?” I ask.
“It makes me sad that I wasn’t here for you.” She grabs my T-shirt and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s slow and sensual, and it wakes up all those intimate memories of us. “Have you spoken to anyone about this meltdown?” she asks softly as she pushes the hair back from my face.
“No.” I kiss her again, my tongue sweeping through her open mouth.
Fuck, the way she kisses.
“I’ll come with you, if you want.” She watches me for a moment. “Don’t you want to know why?”
“I don’t want to think about it. And I know why. I was under a lot of stress.”
“Baby.” She kisses me again. “You also have some unsettled issues. We have unsettled issues.” She kisses me again as if to soften the blow. “I’ll come to the therapy session with you if you want. I’d like to get to the bottom of our problems. I want to fix them.” I smile down at my beautiful girl, and hope fills me. Maybe we are going to be all right.
“You’d do that?” I ask.
“Of course, I would.”
I stare at her for a moment and narrow my eyes. “Did you already fuck the eggplant?”
“What?” She smiles. “Why would you say that?”
“Well… you’re being all sweet and Eliza-like. Kind of how you are after you’ve had the crazy fucked out of you.”
She bursts out laughing, and I smile as I watch her. “You don’t actually fuck the eggplant.” She smiles. “It’s a figure of speech, Nathan.”
“Yeah, you do,” I tease. “The eggplant goes into Tiny while I fuck your ass.”
Her face falls. “Wait… what? Since when?”
“Everyone knows that.”
“I thought it was just like a funny thing people sent.”
I grab a handful of her hair and pull her face back to meet mine. “You really should do more research on your emojis before you send them out.”
“Obviously.” She smiles as I kiss her. “I should have asked for a dick pic instead.”
She’s joking, and I’m joking, but I can’t hide my feelings.
I want her back. I want us back.
I kiss her softly. “Why would you want a dick pic when you could have the real thing for forever?”
We fall serious as we stare at each other and an ocean of closeness swims between us. “Nathe, you know I love you, right?” she whispers as her eyes search mine.
“Then come home!” I kiss her softly to plead my case. “Please, come home. I can’t live without you for another moment.”
“We need some time apart to readjust. I just want to date for a while.”
“How long?”
“I don’t know. I can’t push it. You understand, don’t you? You broke my heart, Nathan. I have to take my time with this. I just can’t switch it back on.”
I stare at her but can’t push words of acceptance past my lips, they will just be a lie.
I don’t want another second apart.
I clench my jaw to hold my tongue. I want to scream and yell and fight and argue my case… but I know that me throwing a tantrum is only going to push her further away. I exhale heavily. I have to wait this out and use my head or I will lose her forever.
“I can make an appointment with a therapist if you want?” she offers.
“I’ll do it.”
“Do you want me to come?” She asks softly.
I shudder at the thought of her hearing something that I don’t want her to. “No, I want to go alone.”
“Okay.” She smiles up at me and kisses my lips. “We should probably move into the living room.”
“We should?”
“Uh-huh.” She jumps down and leads me out into the living room. She sits me down on the couch. She takes a cushion and puts it on the floor between my legs.