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I need to see to see this girl again. Whatever the reason, something about her drew me to her. There had been a weird fluttering in me when we locked eyes. Those eyes, those fucking beautiful eyes. Yeah, I really hope we run into each other again.
* * *
When I finish with my shift, I make my way home and throw my stuff in my bedroom. I then walk over to the bathroom and start the shower. I need to relax and unwind after the day I had, and it had nothing to do with work or the girl from the coffee house.
Emma just won’t go away. No matter how far away I am, I guess I’m just still too close. I’ve tried to ignore her and tell her I have moved on, but nothing keeps her from trying to contact me. She’s convinced we can work things out. There was a time, before I found out she had been regularly sleeping with Cameron, that we could have fixed what was wrong. Not that I knew anything was wrong, but I would have listened and tried to work through whatever worries she had.
Once the water gets hot enough, I jump in and stand under the the stream, letting it pelt against me. I feel heavy steam surround me, feel relaxing water run over me, washing away all my problems for the moment. I close my eyes and try to picture anything that can help push away the memories of Emma. It doesn’t take long before I see green. Like she is right in front of me, I see those emerald eyes.
Her gaze pierces through mine. Her eyes are a wonderful contrast against her hair. Her long black hair. I want to run my hands through it, grip it tight, and pull her hair back to give me access to her neck. She has plump lips. Lips I want to nibble on, kiss, and lick. What I wouldn’t do to feel those luscious lips wrapped around my cock. That thought causes me to release a groan.
Without realizing it, I began stroking myself. Doing my best to imagine it was her working my cock. I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful she is, how badly I want to feel her underneath me.
My left hand slaps against the tile as I draw myself closer to euphoria. My breathing comes faster. I imagine her on her knees, taking me in her mouth. Her warm mouth sucking my cock. Her tongue twirling around me as I push towards the back of her throat. My hands wrapping in her hair, guiding her to take more. My strokes become faster, and I grip tighter until I explode against the wall of the shower.
When I finally come down from the high, I wash off my hand and the wall and finish up in the shower. I get out and wrap a towel around my waist and before going over to my bedroom to get dressed. My phone rings just as I approach my dresser, getting my attention.
Emmaflashes on the screen. I sigh and pick it up.
“Yes?” I sound annoyed, because, well, she annoys me.
“Babes, that’s no way to say hi to me.” Her voice is that whiny voice, the one that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. It makes me shiver when I hear it.
“I’m not your babes. What the fuck do you want, Emma?” God, she pisses me off.
“Well, I miss you. Don’t you miss me?”
My answer is immediate, “No.”
“Come on. Just talk to me, baby. We should be together. There are no two people more perfect for each other than you and me. Tell me what I can do.” she begs.
“You could leave me alone. You could go back to Cameron because I don’t want you. We’re done, Emma. There is no you and me. We ended the minute you sucked his dick. You did that to us. You ended us. Accept the consequences of your actions.” There is a controlled anger in my voice.
She destroyed everything we had. With that, I hung up.
* * *
Six Months Ago
Tonight is the night. There’s so much energy running through me, I couldn’t stay still at work. I got off work early so I could get the apartment ready for my surprise. Once I get to my truck, I open up the glovebox and pull out the ring. After five years, school, and Police Academy, we could finally take the next step.
Emma and I had always put it off because we wanted to make sure we didn’t have other things holding us back. We wanted to find stable jobs and get comfortable. Emma wanted to make sure we were ready to start a family after marriage, and that required stability.
We’re finally at that point.
To be honest, I would have asked her to marry me six months after I met her. I knew Emma was the one. She was everything in my life. We always knew we would get married, so putting it off was not that big of a deal to either of us. We would marry when the time was right. Well, the timewasright.
I smile at the thought. After today, Emma will be my fiancé.
Everything has to be absolutely perfect for tonight. I place the ring back in the glovebox and run my errands so I can get home and get started. I’ve already asked her parents for permission. They gladly told me they approve. My parents were waiting on pins and needles to hear that she said yes. Everything was in place, so tonight will be perfect.
After grabbing what I need to, I head back home to get started. I grab the bags and walk into the apartment. I look to the coat hooks and see her purse hanging there. My eyes narrow at the sight. That isn’t right.
She should still be at work.
I check my phone. There’s no call or text saying she would be home early. When I left this morning, she had already left for work and her purse wasn’t there. So, I place all the stuff in the kitchen on the counter and head back to the bedroom.
I stop short near the door. My stomach turns. I can feel the nausea starting. The sounds coming from the room are not ones I should be hearing. Not from our room when I am outside it. When I open the door, my entire world stops.