try—”
“I know!” her face balled. “You’ve been more than reasonable with your time. I’m sorry.”
I nodded as I chewed on my bottom lip. I was far more relieved than I let on. The last thing I needed was for Zoey to think I wasn’t playing my part. I didn’t want her to be overwhelmed. She didn’t deserve that.
“I know you have a life, and…more specifically a personal life to tend to. I’ll just…I’ll just have to adjust.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. The “personal life” she referred to wasn’t a priority. Nothing came before Zoey and Jordan. Period.
“Well, I’m going to bed. Wake me if you reach JR before I do in the morning,” she uttered softly before standing to leave.
I wanted to tell her to hold off for a minute so that we could talk some more. I didn’t want a peaceful moment to pass so quickly. Zoey Barrett apologized . That was a fucking anomaly. Nonetheless, I let her leave, believing it was for the best. Having Zoey alone in an empty room like this, smelling like that in a tipsy state was no bueno.
I must have stayed in there for another thirty minutes before heading to my room. On my way there, I ran down all of the things I’d planned to have set up for my son’s first Christmas and concluded I was ready.
~ Zoey ~
I stirred in bed, disrupting the, likely, high thread count sheets and down blanket covering my needy frame. Only Stenton could get under my skin like this. Only he could have me feeling so off-kilter after apologizing and not receiving a response, neither gracious explanation nor apology in kind. It was official. Unsettled, I was tipsy and aroused beyond measure. What I didn’t share with him was my disappointment in his lack of apology. He hadn’t spent Thanksgiving with Jordan… Okay, with my family. With me.
He was arrogant, I’d quickly decided on. How dare he say nothing more about his absence? How dare he not formally account for his offenses? Yeah, I was intoxicated, but still lucid enough to want to rustle him. No more. I would not lay here and wrestle with this alone. I tossed the covers off, slipped on my slippers and paraded to his room down the hall.
I knocked, but didn’t wait for an answer. Opening the door, I entered the dark room and immediately heard “Secret” by Maroon 5 flowing in the air. So caught up in my need to read him, and realizing I couldn’t yell my frustrations, I attempted to find the bed in the dark. When I did, I dropped my knees on it for dramatic flair.
“You don’t get to walk away and not accept any culpability in this,” I grated. “You have done wrong. You act as if Jordan is the only one who needs to see—”
I was snatched down into the bed by strong arms. The yanking caused a yelping in my descent. My heart leaped from my chest, the air hurled from my lungs, and I landed flat on my back.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
In an instant, I was enraptured by his scent and natural heat, the hardness of his heavy frame, and the coolness of his breath. My breathing returned in short stints, my body tensed in total shock of his closeness, my will had halted at the collision with his beguiling countenance. In that moment, I was reminded of what it was like to be his Niña. It wasn’t looking good for me. The swell of my clitoris from just his proximity concerned me. I hadn’t planned on this. Didn’t anticipate my undisputed attraction to Stenton.
I broke.
“You love her…just like you used to love me.” I didn’t recognize my voice, but the truth in my words rang that of my fears.
I’d followed all the pictures of their date nights, event goings, and even Erika’s “elusive” private messages to Stenton on Facebook. Their relationship had started, yet my heart was still missing from my chest. It was still with Stenton. Even on Thanksgiving, Erika, her mother, Ellis, sister, Emily and brother, Erik, who had apparently developed a strong bro mance with Stenton, had posted pictures
“I know!” her face balled. “You’ve been more than reasonable with your time. I’m sorry.”
I nodded as I chewed on my bottom lip. I was far more relieved than I let on. The last thing I needed was for Zoey to think I wasn’t playing my part. I didn’t want her to be overwhelmed. She didn’t deserve that.
“I know you have a life, and…more specifically a personal life to tend to. I’ll just…I’ll just have to adjust.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. The “personal life” she referred to wasn’t a priority. Nothing came before Zoey and Jordan. Period.
“Well, I’m going to bed. Wake me if you reach JR before I do in the morning,” she uttered softly before standing to leave.
I wanted to tell her to hold off for a minute so that we could talk some more. I didn’t want a peaceful moment to pass so quickly. Zoey Barrett apologized . That was a fucking anomaly. Nonetheless, I let her leave, believing it was for the best. Having Zoey alone in an empty room like this, smelling like that in a tipsy state was no bueno.
I must have stayed in there for another thirty minutes before heading to my room. On my way there, I ran down all of the things I’d planned to have set up for my son’s first Christmas and concluded I was ready.
~ Zoey ~
I stirred in bed, disrupting the, likely, high thread count sheets and down blanket covering my needy frame. Only Stenton could get under my skin like this. Only he could have me feeling so off-kilter after apologizing and not receiving a response, neither gracious explanation nor apology in kind. It was official. Unsettled, I was tipsy and aroused beyond measure. What I didn’t share with him was my disappointment in his lack of apology. He hadn’t spent Thanksgiving with Jordan… Okay, with my family. With me.
He was arrogant, I’d quickly decided on. How dare he say nothing more about his absence? How dare he not formally account for his offenses? Yeah, I was intoxicated, but still lucid enough to want to rustle him. No more. I would not lay here and wrestle with this alone. I tossed the covers off, slipped on my slippers and paraded to his room down the hall.
I knocked, but didn’t wait for an answer. Opening the door, I entered the dark room and immediately heard “Secret” by Maroon 5 flowing in the air. So caught up in my need to read him, and realizing I couldn’t yell my frustrations, I attempted to find the bed in the dark. When I did, I dropped my knees on it for dramatic flair.
“You don’t get to walk away and not accept any culpability in this,” I grated. “You have done wrong. You act as if Jordan is the only one who needs to see—”
I was snatched down into the bed by strong arms. The yanking caused a yelping in my descent. My heart leaped from my chest, the air hurled from my lungs, and I landed flat on my back.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
In an instant, I was enraptured by his scent and natural heat, the hardness of his heavy frame, and the coolness of his breath. My breathing returned in short stints, my body tensed in total shock of his closeness, my will had halted at the collision with his beguiling countenance. In that moment, I was reminded of what it was like to be his Niña. It wasn’t looking good for me. The swell of my clitoris from just his proximity concerned me. I hadn’t planned on this. Didn’t anticipate my undisputed attraction to Stenton.
I broke.
“You love her…just like you used to love me.” I didn’t recognize my voice, but the truth in my words rang that of my fears.
I’d followed all the pictures of their date nights, event goings, and even Erika’s “elusive” private messages to Stenton on Facebook. Their relationship had started, yet my heart was still missing from my chest. It was still with Stenton. Even on Thanksgiving, Erika, her mother, Ellis, sister, Emily and brother, Erik, who had apparently developed a strong bro mance with Stenton, had posted pictures
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