me to his chest. I stand stunned as his mouth comes down on mine. It’s not what I expected. I actually expected him to be gone.
He pulls his mouth from mine, only an inch. “I’m not good with words,” he starts and the last thing I want to hear is it was great but it’s over. I place my fingers against his mouth to silence him.
“Food. I need to eat.” I need to get back to my normal routine of doing things. The sooner he leaves the sooner I can hit the road and go start my life.
He smiles and I drop my hand. He’s only wearing his jeans and it distresses me some that I still find him so damn hot. Shouldn’t I be over this now? I had him. It’s done with!
I put on a movie so we don’t have to try and talk while eating. He got us Chinese which I warm up before we get comfortable on the couch.
I don’t take in anything of the movie while we eat. I feel his eyes on me … all the time. He’s watching me, not the movie.
What’s wrong with me? If he had just walked out I would’ve been upset.
Now he’s sitting here and eating with me, and I’m confused?
What the hell do I want?
~*~
There are no dishes to wash up when we’re done eating. There’s nothing to do to keep myself busy with, so you can imagine my extreme relief when he places his arms around me from behind and he pulls me tightly against his chest.
“I’m just gonna run to my place to shower. I’ll be back in a few seconds.” He sounds relaxed, sleepy even.
“Sure,” I say, trying to sound just as relaxed.
I even manage to turn around in his arms. I frame his face with my hands and press my mouth to his, pressing my mouth to his for a long moment. I breathe in a deep breath, savoring the smell of him. I let my hands move into his soft hair and try to imprint the feel of him into the deepest parts of my memory.
“Thank you, Wyatt,” I whisper against his mouth. “Thank you for this memory.”
He hugs me to him for a moment longer before I pull back. I’m going to lose the guts to go.
“See you in a few,” he smiles and I stand still. I watch him slip out the door. Only when he walks over to his deck do I go to lock the door.
And then I run.
I drag on jeans and a shirt, my leather jacket and boots. I grab my bag and then shove a bottle of OJ and my meds into it. I sling the bag over my back and then glance through the place one more time, and then I leave.
I kick off the stand on my bike and push it up the road so he won’t hear it. When I’m a safe distance away I get on and start it. The rumble is loud and then I ride south, to my mom’s hometown where Morgan is waiting for me. By morning I’ll be in my new town, my new apartment, my new job, my new world that awaits me … a world without Wyatt.
I had three days with him.
It’s those memories that keep me company on the road to Lyman. The town is quiet and dark and so is the apartment when I finally reach it just before dawn. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway.
I’ve only been here a couple of times when I came to visit Morgan. The newness of the town is appealing. We moved around a lot while I grew up, with Daddy being in sales.
Maybe I can stay here a while, make this home.
~*~
It’s always fun decorating a place as your own. Setting out the photos of Momma and Daddy. Unpacking the boxes I left with Morgan. I’m so thankful for her. She arranged all of this for me. She wanted me closer to her after Daddy died.
I have a lot of washing to do. And cleaning. Anything to keep my mind from wandering to Wyatt. He’s a no go zone.
The clothes I wore down at the coast are what I always leave there. I can’t travel with a bag of clothes on my bike so I decided to buy those few items for Ocean Isle. It belongs to both Morgan and me after Daddy died.
Time flies when you have a lot to get ready for your first day of work. But every third second I find my thoughts filled with Wyatt. His touch. His smile. His taste. The way it felt to have him inside of
He pulls his mouth from mine, only an inch. “I’m not good with words,” he starts and the last thing I want to hear is it was great but it’s over. I place my fingers against his mouth to silence him.
“Food. I need to eat.” I need to get back to my normal routine of doing things. The sooner he leaves the sooner I can hit the road and go start my life.
He smiles and I drop my hand. He’s only wearing his jeans and it distresses me some that I still find him so damn hot. Shouldn’t I be over this now? I had him. It’s done with!
I put on a movie so we don’t have to try and talk while eating. He got us Chinese which I warm up before we get comfortable on the couch.
I don’t take in anything of the movie while we eat. I feel his eyes on me … all the time. He’s watching me, not the movie.
What’s wrong with me? If he had just walked out I would’ve been upset.
Now he’s sitting here and eating with me, and I’m confused?
What the hell do I want?
~*~
There are no dishes to wash up when we’re done eating. There’s nothing to do to keep myself busy with, so you can imagine my extreme relief when he places his arms around me from behind and he pulls me tightly against his chest.
“I’m just gonna run to my place to shower. I’ll be back in a few seconds.” He sounds relaxed, sleepy even.
“Sure,” I say, trying to sound just as relaxed.
I even manage to turn around in his arms. I frame his face with my hands and press my mouth to his, pressing my mouth to his for a long moment. I breathe in a deep breath, savoring the smell of him. I let my hands move into his soft hair and try to imprint the feel of him into the deepest parts of my memory.
“Thank you, Wyatt,” I whisper against his mouth. “Thank you for this memory.”
He hugs me to him for a moment longer before I pull back. I’m going to lose the guts to go.
“See you in a few,” he smiles and I stand still. I watch him slip out the door. Only when he walks over to his deck do I go to lock the door.
And then I run.
I drag on jeans and a shirt, my leather jacket and boots. I grab my bag and then shove a bottle of OJ and my meds into it. I sling the bag over my back and then glance through the place one more time, and then I leave.
I kick off the stand on my bike and push it up the road so he won’t hear it. When I’m a safe distance away I get on and start it. The rumble is loud and then I ride south, to my mom’s hometown where Morgan is waiting for me. By morning I’ll be in my new town, my new apartment, my new job, my new world that awaits me … a world without Wyatt.
I had three days with him.
It’s those memories that keep me company on the road to Lyman. The town is quiet and dark and so is the apartment when I finally reach it just before dawn. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway.
I’ve only been here a couple of times when I came to visit Morgan. The newness of the town is appealing. We moved around a lot while I grew up, with Daddy being in sales.
Maybe I can stay here a while, make this home.
~*~
It’s always fun decorating a place as your own. Setting out the photos of Momma and Daddy. Unpacking the boxes I left with Morgan. I’m so thankful for her. She arranged all of this for me. She wanted me closer to her after Daddy died.
I have a lot of washing to do. And cleaning. Anything to keep my mind from wandering to Wyatt. He’s a no go zone.
The clothes I wore down at the coast are what I always leave there. I can’t travel with a bag of clothes on my bike so I decided to buy those few items for Ocean Isle. It belongs to both Morgan and me after Daddy died.
Time flies when you have a lot to get ready for your first day of work. But every third second I find my thoughts filled with Wyatt. His touch. His smile. His taste. The way it felt to have him inside of
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