So, Stephenie owns things. JD and Sarah put up with me. This story is five chapters long, I just needed to get them out of my head. It's a little schmangsty. And no cheating, just FYI. ;)
Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye – Denial
"Come over," he said quietly.
I took a deep breath before I replied. "Nothing good will come from that."
"I beg to differ," he chuckled, and the sound of it raised goosebumps on my skin.
"I'll see you soon."
I wanted to hate him, I really did.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't because I'd done it to myself.
I let him in when I shouldn't have.
He smiled, but it wasn't at me. I wanted it to be at me.
His copper hair fell across his forehead as he bent over the bar, wiping up spots with a cloth, before filling orders and making conversation with patrons.
After a while, his gaze shifted to me and the corner of his mouth quirked up into a small smile. My whole body warmed, but I frowned. I didn't want him to have that kind of effect on me, that kind of control.
But he did.
Whenever his hands slid through his hair all I thought of was how they felt on my body. He bit his lip and I could still feel the way he kissed me as he pressed me up against the wall.
He looked away before my imagination could run away with me, and I found myself staring at my drink and wondering why I punished myself this way.
Then the thought of his warm breath in my ear and his skin on mine made me remember.
"You're blushing. I hope you're thinking something dirty." His voice was low in my ear, tinged with a slight accent that you couldn't place unless you knew him well enough to know where he was from…I didn't.
"Wouldn't you like to know," I muttered, turning away. His hand stopped me, tight on my hip, fingers brushing against my skin.
"I would, actually," he whispered. "Maybe you'll show me later."
He left before I could respond, and I took a moment to get myself under control.
It didn't take him long to find me after the bar closed. People milled about, cleaning and preparing for the next business day, but not him. He beckoned me with a nod of his head, and I went quite willingly.
"I'm glad you came tonight," he whispered, before pulling me into the small apartment over the bar.
"I haven't yet," I replied with what I hoped was a sexy smirk. He laughed while we stumbled into the bedroom, shedding our clothes in the process.
It didn't take long for him to guide me to the unmade bed and press me into the mattress. He pulled away a moment later and made his way to the bathroom. Cabinets slammed and the light turned off, then he made his way to me. His body stretched over mine, and soon enough he'd pushed himself inside. I whimpered and drew him deeper, hands digging into his shoulders and legs wrapping around his waist.
He panted against my neck, heavy breaths that made me wish we were more than what we were. I pushed his shoulder back, and he grabbed my ass as we rolled with him still buried inside me. He groaned as I moved over him, my body moving quickly and begging for release, his fingers slipping between my legs and over my slick skin, making me moan loudly.
"Beautiful," he murmured while he grabbed my hips, holding me in place and thrusting up.
"Again," I gasped, and he obliged, hips pounding against mine. We weren't quiet as we moved together, and that was what I loved about us. He pulled me down to him with a loud grunt as I came, trembling and crying out against his lips.
"Yes," he moaned, turning again, slipping my arms over my head and holding me in place. His pace was relentless, and I reveled in his pleasure until he came with a groan against my neck.
"Fuck," I panted, rubbing a hand over my face. He chuckled as he slipped away from me, disposing of the condom before climbing back into bed.
He lay on his back, hands behind his head and eyes on the ceiling. I didn't move to him, because that wasn't us. We didn't cuddle or sleep over. We fucked and left.
I took a moment before heading to the bathroom to clean up and redress. A flash of gold on the sink made my stomach turn. I picked up the ring with a frown and read the inside of it.
Forever was all it said.
But I knew forever wasn't entirely true, because part of me really did know him.
And sure, maybe he was married. Maybe he did wear that gold band every day, but it didn't really mean anything.
Because he was married to a ghost.
She disappeared into the bathroom, and I rolled over, staring at the light beneath the door.
I wanted to ask her to stay, to ask her about her life…but I didn't.
I couldn't do it.
Well, wouldn't do it. I wouldn't let myself be drawn in again.
My eyes closed as the bathroom door opened and she slipped out, fully dressed.
Her fingers touched my outstretched wrist and the dark ink there, a constant reminder of what had been lost. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to my hair, and then she left.
It was hours before I fell asleep, the whole time spent wishing I could give her more.