The following story was part of an anthology that was pulled because the publisher went out of business. I thought I'd share it here with you in celebration of Valentine's Day.
The theme of the anthology was love again and second chances.
**This is a 5,500 word FREE short story that contains adult content and graphic sex.**
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Copyright © 2013, Ella Jade
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It had been a crazy day at the hospital,
and all I wanted to do was hit the shower and crawl into bed. I needed to wash
away the grit of my twelve-hour shift and forget about the shambles that my
life had become. I stepped into the stall, closed my eyes, and let the spray wash
over my whole body. As the heated water worked to relax my tense and tired
muscles, I tried to empty my mind.
Today was Valentine's Day, and it had
been tougher than I thought. This was the first one in a decade that I'd spent without
Elyse. Prior to this year, we always had a tradition of having a special
Valentine’s dinner. In the beginning of our relationship, we'd get dressed up
and eat in, ending the evening by bringing unspeakable pleasure to one another.
As we got older, we still got dressed up, but we'd eat out at a swanky
restaurant, ending the evening in the usual way. That wouldn't be happening
this year. I hadn't heard from her in months, and I didn’t expect to tonight.
I washed my body and shampooed my hair
without really thinking about it. I must have lost track of time, because the sting
of cold water against my chest brought me out of my daydreams. I wondered how
long I had been in the shower, then thought of how Elyse and I had gotten
distracted in here on more than one occasion.
Fuck.
There she was again. She always popped into my mind. Apparently, I
couldn't even take a shower without some memory of what we’d been to one
another seeping into my brain.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a
towel around my waist, and took a second to try to focus.
The grueling schedule I'd been pulling was
still not enough to make me forget her. She took front and center in my thoughts
all the time. She had been since our junior year of high school. We'd spent so
much time together through the years that she had ingrained herself in my mind
forever.
How was I supposed to get over
the love of my life?
There were so many memories to look back
on, no wonder I couldn’t forget her. I remembered all those summers in
college when we would spend a week at her parents' beach house; the Christmas mornings
at my parents’ house; and the way her eyes sparkled on her birthday. I remembered
all those rainy Saturday afternoons we'd spent eating take-out and making love
all day in that first, tiny apartment of ours. We had a simple life back then. We
had nothing, but we had it all. I just didn’t see that at the time.
She draped her leg over my hip as we
tried to catch our breath. I twirled her long, cinnamon tresses around my fingers.
I could stare at her wide, brown eyes and full pink lips for hours.
"You're
beautiful." I kissed her.
"And
I'm all yours, Dr. Avery." She laughed.
"I'm
not a doctor yet." I brushed my lips against hers.
"But you're on your way. You're in
med school, and we have our own place."
"You're
happy?" I could tell from her smile. She was thrilled we
finally had a place to call our own. The apartment was small, but she kept it
neat and decorated it in warm and comfortable tones. She'd done so much with so
little. She was incredible.
"More than I've ever been. We have
so much to look forward to! We have this new place, I have a new job, and
you're going to be a doctor."
"Someday
we'll have everything we've ever dreamed of. We'll have it all." I kissed
her again. "I want to give you everything, Elyse."
"I
don’t care what we have, Chase. As long as we're together, we can live in this
tiny little apartment forever for all I care."
We had dated through college and finally
moved in together when I started med school. She was my world then. I wasn't sure
when I stopped showing her exactly what she'd meant to me, but in the end, it
had cost me everything.
I had neglected the most important
person in my life. She'd always been there for me. I failed to see what she was
going through, to hear her pleas. I heard her loud and clear the morning I came
home and she was packing to leave, though. I remembered her actions being deliberate
and abrasive as she threw her clothes into the suitcase.
She
took a deep breath before looking up at me with tear-filled eyes.
"It's over, Chase." She zipped up
her suitcase. "I can't be second anymore. I won't be."
"Second?" I ran my fingers
through my hair, not understanding. I'd just come off a long night at the hospital.
"I'm exhausted. I've worked all night and I'm not really getting what's
going on. You're not second. I'm just busy."
"You're
always busy." She angrily threw more clothes into a duffel bag.
"I'm
trying to build a future for the two of us. I thought you understood."
Everything I did was for us. I didn’t bust my ass all these years for nothing.
I promised her a good life, and I was working hard so that I could deliver that
one day.
She
narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "I can deal with the long hospital
shifts. That goes with the territory when you’re a doctor. What I can't take is
you putting everything and everyone before me. You've checked out when it comes
to us."
"Elyse."
I walked over to the front of the bed, where she stood, and turned her around to
face me. "I don’t need this right now. You know everything I'm doing is
for us. I want to do all the things we talked about. I know you want the house
with the picket fence and the kids. I’m working toward that. We're almost there!
Don't give up on me now."
"Stop dangling that dream in front
of me. You've been saying we're going to get married and start a family for
three years now, but we're really no closer than when we graduated college. I
thought I could do this, but I can't. I'm sorry."
"You
can't mean that." She couldn't just walk away from me. From us. From
everything we were to one another. "You can’t walk out after ten years.
We've come too far."
"Have
we?" She looked so desperate and alone. Why hadn't I seen that before?
"What's
that supposed to mean? What about all the memories we’ve made? The life we've
built together? The dreams we have? We've been talking about getting married
and having babies since college.”
"The
dreams? That's what you’re not getting here. You're so busy planning for our
future that you're forgetting to live in the moment. You're missing everything
that's happening today. I don't want to miss any more of my life. I want to
start living. I've already given up too much."
What
the hell was “I’ve already given up too much” supposed to mean? I never asked
her to give anything up. She had stayed with me willingly. I thought she wanted
the same things I did. She’d never said different…had she?
She
pulled out of my hold, grabbed the bags off the bed, and headed out of the
bedroom. I chased after her, my head too foggy to function. "I'm too tired
to deal with this. Can you please let me take a nap? Then I'll take you to
lunch and we can discuss whatever is bothering you."
"What's
bothering me can't be resolved over lunch. This can't possibly come as a
surprise to you! I've been trying to tell you for months that if something
didn’t change, it wouldn't work between us. You wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t
understand."
I was frustrated and tired, so I wasn't
as attentive to her needs as I should have been. "Do you think my life is
a fuckin' party? I work my ass off! I'm the youngest resident at the hospital.
I'm interning with the most prestigious surgeon in the Chicago area and I have
a shot at joining his practice. Why can't you just see the future we're going
to have?" I yelled. "Do you want me to give it all up so that we can
eat dinner together every night?"
"Dinner?"
She laughed, but not because she was amused. It sounded cold and bitter.
"How about just remembering my birthday?"
"What?"
Surprised, I mentally calculated the date in my head. Guilt hit me like a ton
of bricks. Her birthday was two days ago. How the hell did I forget that?
"I didn't mean to forget." I walked toward her, taking her hand.
"Elyse, baby, I'll make it up to you."
"Don't."
She pulled away from my touch. "I don’t want you to make it up to me. I
didn't want you to forget in the first place."
"I'm
sorry. I got wrapped up at the hospital, then Andy called me because he needed
help moving a TV into his basement. If this is what's bothering you, I'll fix
it. I’ll find a way."
She stood there, staring at me with her once-lively
eyes. They were sad and dull. I did that. I took her spark away.
"That's
no excuse." I shook my head as I stated the obvious.
"No,"
she whispered. "That isn't."
She
walked out. I didn't even try and stop her. How could I? She was right.
I had to stop this. Rehashing the past
and remembering every second we'd spent together wasn't going to help. It
hadn't helped in the past six months. What good would it do me now? I needed to
get some clothes on and go to bed. I was freezing and miserable. I headed down
the hall to the laundry room. I'd been working such long shifts that I'd
slacked off on washing clothes and had thrown a load in the dryer before I left
for work that morning. I stopped to stare at myself in the hall mirror, running
my fingers through my hair. I hadn't realized how long it had gotten in the
past few months. I guess I'd slacked off on getting a haircut, too.
Maybe I should cut it? A new start. I couldn’t.
Elyse loved my hair. She couldn't keep
her hands out of it while we were fucking. The memories were all I had left,
and if keeping my hair meant holding onto her just a little longer, I’d do it.
No matter how much I wanted to, I was never going to let her go. I closed my
eyes and imagined her face. I pictured her big chocolate-colored eyes, her
full, kissable lips. I mentally moved down to her flawless body, remembering
every curve and dip. I could almost hear her little giggle when I kissed the
back of her knees. A goddess who deserved to be worshipped.
Instead of worshipping her, I took her
for granted and expected her to always be there. She'd given up just as much as
I had through the years: her friends, her family, her job—hell, her whole life after
we left to come to Chicago. I hadn't seen it, though. I hadn't realized all
she'd let go to make me a success, even when she’d pointed it out.
I shook my head. There was nothing I
could do about it now. She refused to take my calls in the beginning. Her
parents wouldn't tell me if she was still in Chicago. She'd changed her cell
number, and my e-mails to her went unanswered. It was time to come to terms and
face the facts: she was gone; she wasn't coming home.
If she didn’t want to be with me
anymore, I needed to get over it.
I still had a life, after all. My
medical career was taking off. I'd worked long and hard through my residency,
finally securing a position at a renowned teaching hospital. My career dreams
were finally coming true.
Why wasn't
she here to share it all with me now?
Because I lived for the
future, never in the moment. I kept searching for what we could have had
instead of appreciating what we had. I finally understood. I was such an idiot.
As I closed my eyes and leaned against
the dryer, I could smell her sweet scent engulfing the tiny room: vanilla and
roses, just like her body wash. It assaulted my nostrils and made my head spin.
I must be nuts. I’ve spent so much time reminiscing that I’m hallucinating
now.
“Chase.” Her voice emanated from the doorway
of the room.
"Elyse?” I turned to face her. It couldn't be. I must be dreaming. Her
image had been haunting me for months, after all.
She slowly walked toward me. The closer
she got, the more stunning she looked. She wore the sexiest black evening gown
I'd ever seen. Judging from the way her nipples strained against the silk, she
wasn’t wearing a bra.
"Where did you come from?” I
swallowed hard.
I sure as fuck hope I'm not imagining
this.
"I came
in while you were in the shower. I still have my keys. I wasn't sure what was
taking you so long to come into the bedroom."
"Why are
you here?"
“Shh.” She pressed her lips to mine
briefly, then pulled away just far enough for her lips to barely brush mine as
she said, "It's Valentine's Day. I had to come. We always spend it
together."
“Hmm.” I moaned against the taste of her
mouth as she kissed me again. I didn’t know what she was doing here, but all
that mattered to me in that moment was that she was here, standing in front of me, kissing and touching me. It had
been far too long.
She reached for my towel and pulled it
from my body, a wicked glint in her eyes. She had me rock hard, and hadn't even
touched me where I needed her to the most.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she mumbled
against my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer
to my body. "I couldn't stay away any longer."
"You've been gone for months.
What's changed?"
"Everything, nothing, just touch
me."
I reached for the zipper on her dress and
quickly lowered the thin metal, trailing my fingers down her spine. Not only
was she not wearing a bra, but she’d forgotten her panties, too. I smiled as
the dress parted at her back and I ran my hand over her bare ass. Her skin was
smooth and warm. I missed being tangled in her body as we made love.
I missed so
many things.
I moved my hands up to her shoulders and
slipped the straps of her dress down her arms, watching as the shimmery silk
pooled at her feet. She stepped out of her stilettos as I stepped back to take
in her body. It was as perfect as I'd remembered. I ran my tongue over my lips
as I stared at her freshly waxed pussy. I always thought her taste was
exquisite, especially when she came on my tongue. I would never forget her
unique flavor.
She took my hand and pulled me toward
her, running her palms down my chest and shaking her head. She knew what I was
thinking.
“Later, baby,” she whispered, an urgency
to her voice. “You can lick me all night. Right now, though, I need you inside
me. You know the way I like it.”
I placed my hands on her breasts and
traced her nipples with my fingertips. They pebbled as she shivered under my
touch.
She closed her eyes and arched her back.
“I’ve wanted your hands on my body for a long time.”
“Then why did you leave?” All of the pain of the past months could have been
avoided.
She ran her hand down my stomach
and gripped my cock, gently swiping her thumb across my tip. I couldn't wait
any longer. I needed to be inside her.
I turned her around and bent her over
the dryer. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I moved my hand down her back, over
her ass, and between her legs, feeling how wet she was. “I asked you a
question.” She tightened around my fingers as I pushed them inside her heat.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I thrust my fingers in and
out of her. I didn’t mean to be so forceful, but seeing her, having her close
to me and knowing the way her body responded to me had me on fire. She'd
awakened feelings that I worked so hard these past months to bury deep inside.
I had closed myself off emotionally when she left. I didn't allow myself to
feel for months—I didn't want to. Now I wanted to feel everything, not just her
body. I wanted all of the love back, too.
“Fuck me!” she moaned. “Now!”
With pleasure…
I moved closer to her body and placed
one hand on the small of her back as I used my other to slide my cock deep
inside her. She jerked forward.
“Chase!” She called out as she braced
herself against the dryer for my next thrust. “Yes... just like that. Hard and
fast.”
I continued to push deep inside her,
releasing six months’ worth of pain and frustration with each plunge. I'd
missed every inch of her; I wanted her to know that. I ran my fingers through
her hair, then gently rested the side of her head against the cool metal of the
dryer as I swiveled my hips, hitting her walls the way I knew she liked. She
always wanted it fast and rough.
“Fuck, baby,” I managed to pant out.
“Missed this so much.”
“So close, Chase…touch me!” Her voice
was desperate and raw with need. "Don’t stop!"
I reached around to her center and pushed
my fingers against her sweet little clit. I ran a finger over it, lightly pinched
it, and felt her body tense.
“You gonna cum for me?” I whispered
against her ear.
“Yes, now, oh God—”
I could feel her muscles clenching
around my cock as she let go.
I licked and sucked my way around her
neck as I slowly pulled out of her and turned her to face me. She ran her
fingers through my hair, the way she always did, as I lifted her against the dryer.
Thank God I hadn't thought to cut it before tonight.
"Wrap your legs around me."
She did as I asked. I took her face
between my hands and entered her. I wasn't as frantic this time as I was when I
first entered her. I slowed my pace and savored the moment, continuing to pump
in and out. She felt amazing; she was so warm, wet, and tight.
"I can't believe you're here,"
I said. "I feel like I'm dreaming."
"I tried to stay away, but I
couldn't fight it anymore." She tangled her fingers in my hair and all
talking stopped.
Before long, I felt that familiar,
delicious sensation building in my abdomen and shooting straight to my balls. I
didn’t want this to end, but I couldn't hold it off any longer.
“Fuck!” I moaned out my release, holding
her as close to my body as I could. When I calmed down, I carried her to my
bedroom…our bedroom.
We lay cuddled against one another as I
tried to process what had just happened between us. I wondered if it was just a
quick fuck, a moment the two of us so desperately needed. Would she leave again? Could I handle it if she did?
“Chase,” she spoke. "I wanted to
talk. That's why I came here."
"You didn’t look like you just wanted
to talk when I first saw you." I didn't want to come off as bitter, but I
couldn't help it. What did she want from me? Sex? Talk?
"When I found you in the laundry
room, I couldn't control what I felt. All these emotions came flooding
back, and all I could think about was being with you. We should've talked
first."
"You regret what we did?"
I sat up, letting her go, and leaned against the headboard. My stomach churned with
anticipation over hearing what she would tell me. If she was going to kick me
to the curb again, I wanted to get it over with.
She shook her head. "I could never
regret being with you. It always feels so right."
"What do you want, Elyse?” I had to keep my cool and really listen to
what she wanted. I hadn't done that before and she left. I didn’t want to make
that mistake again. “How can I make this better?"
"I don’t know if you can." She
sat up and wrapped the sheet around her body. "There's so much distance
between us."
"I didn’t feel any distance a few
minutes ago. If anything, it was as if a day hadn't gone by, as if the past six
months didn’t exist."
"But they did exist." She frowned. "We have been apart."
"I've missed you every day. I can't
eat, sleep, or breathe without thinking about you." I reached out and
stroked her cheek. "Do you think about me?"
"Every day. I'm miserable."
"Why didn’t you get in touch with
me sooner? I tried to contact you, but you shut me out." I looked up at
the ceiling, trying to forget how nauseous I felt when I’d found out that she'd
changed her number.
"I was so angry with you. I let the
last year we were together build up. When I finally left, I was so mad and hurt
that I wanted a clean break…Well, that's what I thought I wanted, at least."
"And what do you want now?" I
asked, hoping she'd tell me what I wanted to hear. If she didn’t, I'd fight for
her. There was no way I was letting her walk out of my life again.
She hesitated for a few moments. The silence deafening.
“I want to come home.” She smiled, and
her brown eyes lit up the whole room.
I closed my eyes and pushed back the
lump in my throat, trying to find the words; they weren't there. She'd more
than surprised me this Valentine's Day. We had so much to deal with. For right
now, I’d take this moment.
“You are
home, baby.” I pulled her closer to me. “I’ll do better, I promise.”
“You better,” she warned. “Because I
can’t live without you.”
“Welcome home, sweet Elyse.”
Six
months later…
We drove down the street on a hot August
afternoon. It had been almost a year to the day when she walked out of my life.
Since I'd gotten a second chance, I wasn't stupid enough to screw it up again.
"Where are we going?" Elyse asked
as she gazed out the passenger-side window.
"I want to show you
something." I had been working on this surprise for a month; it had finally
come together. The timing couldn't have been more perfect.
"This neighborhood is gorgeous. The
houses are so pretty." Her smile was unending. She had longed to live in a
house like one of these for so long, on a tree-lined street just like the one
we were traveling down. She'd never admit it, but I knew her dreams just as
well as she did. They were my own, as well.
She glanced at her watch. "Aren't
you going to be late for your shift?"
"I'm spending your birthday with
you." I reached for her hand.
"How? I thought you had to go to
the hospital after lunch."
"Andy traded with me," I grinned
at her. "I don't have to be in until tomorrow morning. You're stuck with
me all night."
"Then what are we doing here? Let's
go home and get into bed." She winked at me.
She was wearing the tiniest blue
sundress. It barely covered anything. Her nipples had been teasing me all
afternoon. "Soon." I pulled into the driveway at the top of the
block.
"Is this one of the doctors'
houses?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. It is."
I got out and walked around to open her door, extending my hand and helping her
out of the car. "Come on."
"Why are we here?" She looked
up at the house uncertainly. "It's huge."
"It's pretty empty," I said as
I led her up the stone path. "It still needs decorating and
furniture."
"Did they just move in?" We
stepped onto the porch and stood in front of the huge oak door.
"Not yet." I reached into my
pocket and retrieved the key, dangling it at eye level. "You want to do
the honors?"
"What?" I saw the confusion in
her eyes. "Whose house is this?"
"Ours." I slipped the key
inside her hand. "If you want it to be."
"Chase?" She looked down at
the key and then back up at me. "I don't understand."
"About six weeks ago, a doctor at
the practice took a job in Colorado. He and his wife just built this house, and
they needed to sell it, so I came and checked it out on a whim. I knew as soon
as I saw it."
"What did you know?"
"That it was home." I kissed her forehead. "Let's see if you agree."
"I can't believe you bought a house!"
She shook her head as she unlocked the door. "That's so not you."
"I wanted to live in the
moment." I said, echoing her words from a year ago.
When she looked up at me, I knew she
understood.
"I wanted to stop talking about the
future and start living for today. It's time for us to start enjoying life. We
deserve it."
I pushed the door open and motioned for
her to enter. "If you don't like the house, we can look for something
different."
She walked in and looked around the
hallway, then smiled at me. "Who in their right mind wouldn't love this
house?"
She walked down the hall, taking in each
room as she went, finally stepping into the kitchen.
"Look at those countertops. And the
view!" She walked over to the patio doors adjacent to the kitchen.
"Is that a park?"
"A golf course." I laughed. "The
community backs up to the course."
"It's beautiful."
"I'm glad you like it. I was
worried I'd overstepped. I don’t know how I let myself get so caught up, but
when I found out the house was for sale, I had to have it for us.”
"This is really ours?" she
asked.
I nodded.
She flung herself into my arms and gave
me a huge kiss. I could feel her nipples rubbing against my shirt. "You
want to see our bedroom?"
"Yes." She looked down at my
over eager erection. "I do."
I took her hand and led her up the back
staircase and into the master bedroom.
"This is magnificent." She
looked around the huge space, laughing. "This room is bigger than our first apartment. Do you remember how small
that place was?"
"Yeah," I said, laughing.
"But it suited us back then."
"I loved that place. I could've
stayed there forever."
"Hopefully you'll feel that way
about this place soon." I walked her over to the big picture window that
overlooked the backyard.
"I already do. I can see why you
bought this house."
I sat her down on the window seat and
dropped to my knees in front of her. I stared up at her beautiful face.
Everything was falling into place.
"I had such a wonderful day. My birthday was more
special than I could've imagined." She leaned down and slowly kissed my
lips. "Much better than last year."
"That
was my goal. Since I had some making up to do, this one had to be twice as good
as last year."
She
took my hand and placed it on her inner thigh as she slowly spread her legs for
me. I rubbed that soft skin as we kissed for a few minutes, then broke away
from her lips. She pouted at the loss of our connection.
"Don't
worry." I smiled. "We'll get to that in a bit, I promise.” I took her
hand in mine and gently squeezed it. I didn’t think I would be nervous, but
even after all these years, my girl still gave me butterflies.
"Chase?"
She ran her fingertips over my cheek. "Are you okay?"
"I
couldn't be happier…Well, that's not entirely true."
"Is
there something I can do to make you happier?"
I
nodded as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pale-blue ring box.
"Elyse,
I know we've talked about this already, but I wanted to do this properly."
She
covered her mouth, her eyes filling with tears.
"Elyse
Elizabeth Jacobs." I stared deeply into her eyes. "You are the only
thing in my life that matters. I may have lost sight of that before, but I
swear I never will again. You've given me purpose. You make my life better.
Will you please marry me?"
She
slid from the bench seat to her knees to face me. "I would be honored to
become your wife. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I thank God for us
every day. Yes, Chase. I want to marry you and spend the rest of our lives together."
I
took her hand in mine and slowly slipped the ring on her finger. Tears began
streaming down her face, but I knew they were happy tears.
"Chase,"
she said as she looked down at the ring. "This is fabulous. You picked
this out?"
"Of
course I did. If you want something else, we'll go tomorrow."
"No."
She had a huge smile on her face. "I've never seen anything so
perfect."
"I
have." I took her face in my hands and gently kissed her lips. "I
promise I'll spend the rest of my days making sure you keep that smile on your
face. You're the only thing I'll ever need."
"I
love you," she said as she ran her hands across my shoulders and down to begin
unbuttoning the buttons of my shirt. "Make love to me." She pressed
her lips to mine as she freed me from my shirt and then reached for my belt
buckle. I broke the kiss briefly.
"Eager?"
"Why
aren't you taking my clothes off?" She undid my pants and pushed them over
my hips.
I
slid her dress up past her waist and helped her out of her panties.
"I
think I'd like for you to leave this dress on." I lowered my mouth to her
neck and began kissing and sucking my way down toward her breasts. I gripped
her sides and pulled her closer to me before removing my own pants. I sat down
and moved her into my lap. When she straddled me, I couldn't hold back the
groan as her warm, wet center grazed my cock.
"I
need to feel you inside me."
I
reached down and grabbed the base of my shaft, slightly arching my hips for a
better angle as I prepared to insert myself inside her.
"We'll
always be connected." I moved my hips against her.
"Always,"
she whispered. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. Just as she pushed
her tongue in my mouth, I thrust deep inside her. "Oh…just like
that," she moaned as she started to rock against me.
I
slipped my hands up to cup her breasts through the dress as we continued to
kiss. I couldn't get close enough to her, couldn’t get enough of her. I slowed
our pace, wanting to make this moment last as long as I could. We ceased all
movement for a few seconds and just gazed into one another's eyes.
"Can
you feel how much I love you?"
She
ran her fingers down my cheek. "I can."
She
started to move again, so I rested back, my strength on my forearms, and
watched as she brought herself to the brink. She squeezed her eyes shut, and I
felt her muscles clamping down on my cock. I sat up, my lips moving back to her
neck and trailing kisses up to her lips.
"You'll
always be mine," I whispered as she exploded around me. She screamed my
name over and over, until her body stopped trembling. I twisted my fingers in
her hair and buried my face in her shoulder as I released. My orgasm shot
through my body, bringing me to shudder against her. I let go of her hair and
pulled her as close to me as physically possible.
She
cuddled into my chest as we sat together. "How soon can we get a bed in
here?"
"We
can move in tomorrow."
"Hmm."
She leaned up and kissed my jaw. "This has been the best birthday
ever."
"It's
only the beginning. We're finally home."
THE END
Happy Valentine's Day!
Love,
Ella
Thanks for the great story!!
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