curve of each letter. I fight the groan that’s trying to force its way out of my throat. Her fingers feel so goddamn good on the little bit of skin she’s touching. My dick starts to strain against my jeans.
Fuck.
After a moment, her hand falls away from my body, and I want to put it back. Desperation crawls up my spine.
“Why didn’t you get it removed or covered up?” A lot of shit had happened between me and her, but I could never convince myself to erase it, or her, completely from my life. As much as I hated her at times, I loved her even more. “It’s part of me, just like you were once.”
Everything is starting to shift between us. I can feel it, and I know she can too.
For a second she looks lost. I know she still loves me, it’s written all over her beautiful face. In the back of my mind I know were getting close to crossing a line we shouldn’t, but I don’t think I care anymore.
“Em…”
She stops me before I can cross it. Shooting up out of her chair, she says in a shaky voice and glassy eyes, “I need more wine.” Walking away from me she yells over her shoulder, “Want anything?”
You sits on the tip of my tongue, but I holler back, “Nah” instead, letting her go.
~~~~~~
“Wait. What?” I stop midstep.
Luke looks sullen, his head sagging and feet shuffling towards the ice chest for another beer. I’m not sure I heard him right, so I clarify, “A coed bachelor/bachelorette party?” Walker, Justin, and Christian look as confused as I do. Luke’s cousin Dave looks downright devastated at the idea.
“Yeah,” I hear Luke mutter under his breath. This idea has female written all over it.
“So, instead of having one last hurrah, a final send-off into married life, we’re doing what we’ve always done? Hang out as a group at a fucking bowling alley?” I ask, shocked. Luke’s a man’s man, the strip club type. Apparently he’s put on his apron early.
“I guess,” Walker answers for him.
“No strip club then?” Dave hollers, mad as hell.
“No strip club!” Holly shouts from the open bathroom window. The girls are getting ready, while us guys sit and bullshit over some beers.
I couldn’t care less about naked asses and tits in my face, but a little guy time would be much appreciated at this point. I need a breather. A night to get my head right would be good, but it looks like I’m shit out of luck, because Nadia came home a few hours early, and Em’s going be with us at the bowling alley .
“Did you give her your balls already?” Dave asks a disjointed Luke. I know he loves the girl more than life, but I’m with Dave the Douche here. One last shebang would have been a good way to go out. Every married human needs one last party before giving it all up.
“Holly wanted it, and I love Holly.” And that’s the end of that. I know the feeling well.
~~~~~~
“Strike.” Even buzzed I can manage to get the ball down the lane without killing anyone, unlike Luke who damn near took out the guy in the next lane over. But what I can’t manage is keeping my head in the game since Emerson wandered off about twenty minutes ago.
I’ve spent the last twenty minutes and two pints wondering what she’s doing and why.
“I’m gonna…” My words trail off when I realize everyone is looking at me like they knew I was leaving before I did.
Nadia doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t even look up from her phone when I walk off. Whatever her and I had when we met is dying out faster than it started. It’s been pretty damn obvious for a while now, and I’m sure she feels it too.
Walking outside, along the side of the building, I know I should go back inside, but I keep walking, heading right for that line, the one I know I shouldn’t cross with Emerson.
Rounding the corner, I find who I’m looking for, alone.
There she is, perched on top of the old commercial ice chest with her legs swinging and a beer bottle in her hand. I figured this is where I’d find
Fuck.
After a moment, her hand falls away from my body, and I want to put it back. Desperation crawls up my spine.
“Why didn’t you get it removed or covered up?” A lot of shit had happened between me and her, but I could never convince myself to erase it, or her, completely from my life. As much as I hated her at times, I loved her even more. “It’s part of me, just like you were once.”
Everything is starting to shift between us. I can feel it, and I know she can too.
For a second she looks lost. I know she still loves me, it’s written all over her beautiful face. In the back of my mind I know were getting close to crossing a line we shouldn’t, but I don’t think I care anymore.
“Em…”
She stops me before I can cross it. Shooting up out of her chair, she says in a shaky voice and glassy eyes, “I need more wine.” Walking away from me she yells over her shoulder, “Want anything?”
You sits on the tip of my tongue, but I holler back, “Nah” instead, letting her go.
~~~~~~
“Wait. What?” I stop midstep.
Luke looks sullen, his head sagging and feet shuffling towards the ice chest for another beer. I’m not sure I heard him right, so I clarify, “A coed bachelor/bachelorette party?” Walker, Justin, and Christian look as confused as I do. Luke’s cousin Dave looks downright devastated at the idea.
“Yeah,” I hear Luke mutter under his breath. This idea has female written all over it.
“So, instead of having one last hurrah, a final send-off into married life, we’re doing what we’ve always done? Hang out as a group at a fucking bowling alley?” I ask, shocked. Luke’s a man’s man, the strip club type. Apparently he’s put on his apron early.
“I guess,” Walker answers for him.
“No strip club then?” Dave hollers, mad as hell.
“No strip club!” Holly shouts from the open bathroom window. The girls are getting ready, while us guys sit and bullshit over some beers.
I couldn’t care less about naked asses and tits in my face, but a little guy time would be much appreciated at this point. I need a breather. A night to get my head right would be good, but it looks like I’m shit out of luck, because Nadia came home a few hours early, and Em’s going be with us at the bowling alley .
“Did you give her your balls already?” Dave asks a disjointed Luke. I know he loves the girl more than life, but I’m with Dave the Douche here. One last shebang would have been a good way to go out. Every married human needs one last party before giving it all up.
“Holly wanted it, and I love Holly.” And that’s the end of that. I know the feeling well.
~~~~~~
“Strike.” Even buzzed I can manage to get the ball down the lane without killing anyone, unlike Luke who damn near took out the guy in the next lane over. But what I can’t manage is keeping my head in the game since Emerson wandered off about twenty minutes ago.
I’ve spent the last twenty minutes and two pints wondering what she’s doing and why.
“I’m gonna…” My words trail off when I realize everyone is looking at me like they knew I was leaving before I did.
Nadia doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t even look up from her phone when I walk off. Whatever her and I had when we met is dying out faster than it started. It’s been pretty damn obvious for a while now, and I’m sure she feels it too.
Walking outside, along the side of the building, I know I should go back inside, but I keep walking, heading right for that line, the one I know I shouldn’t cross with Emerson.
Rounding the corner, I find who I’m looking for, alone.
There she is, perched on top of the old commercial ice chest with her legs swinging and a beer bottle in her hand. I figured this is where I’d find
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