‘stimulation’ has me reminiscing about her sexy pink panties and I feel myself becoming aroused at the very thought. Jesus, my body is a mass of utter confusion. I was having a nervous breakdown not even five minutes ago and now my body is burning with sexual desire. I shift uncomfortably, trying to focus on her words.
“The world is your oyster, and you can do anything you put your mind to. You just have to figure out what it is you want to do.” A devilish smile appears on her face. “Or you can do what I said and become a bodyguard.”
I smile. “I already applied for the position of Katy Perry’s bodyguard but I was overqualified.”
“Aw damn, that’s such a shame.” After a short moment, her smile turns serious. “What else do you want?”
“To finally overcome my drug addiction without any dangers of relapsing. And I also want to be happy again.” Mostly, I just want this numb pain in my chest to stop so I can finally breathe normally again. I want to be able to go more than an hour at a time without thinking about her and thinking of what could have been. I just want to stop hurting.
“Well, you’re already on the road to recovery. If you continue with the support from me and the group, I think drugs will become such a foreign aspect of your life that it won’t even be a blip on your radar anymore.”
“You really think that’s possible?”
“I’m living proof that it is.” Her confidence is truly mesmerizing.
“How long have you been sober?”
She thinks for a moment, then laughs. “Twelve years. Oh God that makes me sound really old.”
Smiling, I ask, “How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine.”
“Wow, I always thought you were a little older.”
She frowns. “Gee, thanks. Just what a girl wants to hear.”
“Oh no,” I say quickly. “I didn’t mean that you look old. You just seem older than your time, that’s all.”
I inwardly sigh with relief when her smile returns. “A lot of people say that actually. I think it’s because I had to grow up from a fairly young age. My brother had Duchenne muscular dystrophy and needed a lot of care, so he had to rely solely on my parents, my sister and myself. He passed away just after his eighteenth birthday.”
My heart lurches and my fingers automatically seek hers. “I’m so sorry, Addison. I had no idea. How old were you?”
“I was sixteen. His death affected me in a really bad way. That’s the reason I went off the rails and turned to drugs. So I understand your heartache. I turned to drugs for the same reason as you—to help numb the pain. I couldn’t handle how my life just suddenly obliterated right in front of my eyes. It almost broke me.”
Wow, only a selfless person would compare my heartache with the loss of her brother. Addison experienced something that was beyond repair. My experience just made me a very bitter man. “My pain is nothing compared to your pain. Yours was literally a matter of life and death. Mine was just life. ”
She shakes her head with disagreement. “Nope. Pain is still pain no matter which way you look at it. Our lives were irreversibly changed forever, just in two different ways. It doesn’t mean one is less painful than the other.”
Her courage and selflessness are just two of the traits I’m beginning to find attractive about her. No, scrap that. She’s beautiful. Attractive is how you describe a mediocre looking person, but beautiful is the only word that describes Addison—inside and out. She’s also sexy as fuck, and the hard on that I’m currently sporting only confirms that for me. Thank God I’m able to hide it behind the breakfast bar.
I realize my hand is still clasped around hers, so I gently pull away, but I can’t ignore the empty sensation that I feel at the sudden lack of contact. It’s disconcerting to say the least, but I have to shake it off because I’m not in the right frame of mind to go there right now. Or ever.
“Again, I’m so sorry for your
“The world is your oyster, and you can do anything you put your mind to. You just have to figure out what it is you want to do.” A devilish smile appears on her face. “Or you can do what I said and become a bodyguard.”
I smile. “I already applied for the position of Katy Perry’s bodyguard but I was overqualified.”
“Aw damn, that’s such a shame.” After a short moment, her smile turns serious. “What else do you want?”
“To finally overcome my drug addiction without any dangers of relapsing. And I also want to be happy again.” Mostly, I just want this numb pain in my chest to stop so I can finally breathe normally again. I want to be able to go more than an hour at a time without thinking about her and thinking of what could have been. I just want to stop hurting.
“Well, you’re already on the road to recovery. If you continue with the support from me and the group, I think drugs will become such a foreign aspect of your life that it won’t even be a blip on your radar anymore.”
“You really think that’s possible?”
“I’m living proof that it is.” Her confidence is truly mesmerizing.
“How long have you been sober?”
She thinks for a moment, then laughs. “Twelve years. Oh God that makes me sound really old.”
Smiling, I ask, “How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine.”
“Wow, I always thought you were a little older.”
She frowns. “Gee, thanks. Just what a girl wants to hear.”
“Oh no,” I say quickly. “I didn’t mean that you look old. You just seem older than your time, that’s all.”
I inwardly sigh with relief when her smile returns. “A lot of people say that actually. I think it’s because I had to grow up from a fairly young age. My brother had Duchenne muscular dystrophy and needed a lot of care, so he had to rely solely on my parents, my sister and myself. He passed away just after his eighteenth birthday.”
My heart lurches and my fingers automatically seek hers. “I’m so sorry, Addison. I had no idea. How old were you?”
“I was sixteen. His death affected me in a really bad way. That’s the reason I went off the rails and turned to drugs. So I understand your heartache. I turned to drugs for the same reason as you—to help numb the pain. I couldn’t handle how my life just suddenly obliterated right in front of my eyes. It almost broke me.”
Wow, only a selfless person would compare my heartache with the loss of her brother. Addison experienced something that was beyond repair. My experience just made me a very bitter man. “My pain is nothing compared to your pain. Yours was literally a matter of life and death. Mine was just life. ”
She shakes her head with disagreement. “Nope. Pain is still pain no matter which way you look at it. Our lives were irreversibly changed forever, just in two different ways. It doesn’t mean one is less painful than the other.”
Her courage and selflessness are just two of the traits I’m beginning to find attractive about her. No, scrap that. She’s beautiful. Attractive is how you describe a mediocre looking person, but beautiful is the only word that describes Addison—inside and out. She’s also sexy as fuck, and the hard on that I’m currently sporting only confirms that for me. Thank God I’m able to hide it behind the breakfast bar.
I realize my hand is still clasped around hers, so I gently pull away, but I can’t ignore the empty sensation that I feel at the sudden lack of contact. It’s disconcerting to say the least, but I have to shake it off because I’m not in the right frame of mind to go there right now. Or ever.
“Again, I’m so sorry for your
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