Was I imagining it? Did I wish him here so badly that this was all in my head? I knew I was desperate but he really looks real. And so good. Did he say something? What did he say? What the hell is he doing here? How did he get in? I never heard the door open. I must be hallucinating. I hear you can drive yourself crazy and don’t even know you’re crazy. Then you start making new friends with other crazy people and you don’t even know they’re crazy. Only those closest to you know how crazy you truly are and the beauty of it all is you never know. It’s like your mind is blocked from you seeing your true self. I suppose it could be true. I mean, we can never really see ourselves.
“I didn’t hear you knock.” I finally barked. If it was my imagination and I yell at him, he’ll go away, right?
“I didn’t knock. The key was in the door though. You need to stop doing that, that’s dangerous.”
“Yeah, so I see.”
Did I mention he looked good? Better than the last time I saw him, and he was naked the last time I saw him. He looked like he had gained some muscle weight too; that had me a little curious as to just how much and where. So I took another good look. A speechless look I suppose; an overall assessment of his body just out of curiosity.
“Funny.” He grinned, watching me look him over. “I was just stopping by to say hello. I texted you.”
“You texted?” I stammered. He smiled wide now and his eyes lit up. He knew I was lying. He knew I got his text; I just wasn’t going to admit I did. He knew he had me. To be honest, it wouldn’t have taken much.
“So what do you want?” I was trying to sound like I didn’t give a damn and it was no big deal that he was standing in my kitchen. I’m not good at pretending. My butterflies were dancing. Yeah, they were happy. Shame on them.
“I miss you.” He wasted no time getting right down to it.
“Yeah, well…” I turned around, shying away from him. I was having a hard time keeping my composure and wasn’t sure if I should cry, or just be happy that he surprised me.
“I’m sorry, Sadie, what else do you want me to say? You know I want you in my life.” He moved face to face with me looking down into my eyes now. He had my body in line with his not two inches from my heart. How does he do that? He's so quick and so smooth with his movements. He grabbed me and hugged me all the while asking if he could have the hug, yet taking it despite of how I felt. There was no stopping his arms. They wrapped tight around me and his hands were all over, up and down my back. He was moaning and sighing as if I felt good pressed up against him so I hugged him back. How could I not? As angry and as broken as I was, truth was I missed the hell out of him and it was unfair so unfair of him to just barge into my apartment and invade my heart again. How dare he? How dare he feel so good? How dare he like it? How dare he kiss me like he did, like he missed me?
Olivia Gracey...Mother, Fiction Romance Writer, Realtor, Singer/Songwriter for Just Gracey, Photographer, Consider myself very blessed. I love a good workout and I love to dance in my socks!
"For just a mere time I felt safe, unbroken and loved. Just a mere moment in time I felt loved once again; Loved by the man who broke me."