oh simple thing
Aug 1, 2011 18:12:05 GMT -5
Post by Taeyeon Kai on Aug 1, 2011 18:12:05 GMT -5
It had been a week.
One long, exhausting, nerve-wracking week filled with work, chores, a family scare, and dreams of the hottest kind, involving a tall, broad-shouldered man with eyes like blue pearls and lightning dancing between his fingers, taunting her with the pleasure she could have if she danced back into his arms. Pleasure as such she had experienced last week, when she had visited her ex-boyfriend turned friend and helped him move into his new apartment with his father and dog. He had received news of his sick brother and she had held him, comforting him through tears until their pent-up feelings had spilled forth from a stolen kiss.
Her fault.
She looked at the phone in her hand, a text message from a friend of her’s glowing on the screen. “I haven’t seen him in a week. It’s like he’s died.” was all it said, and it was from Sam, her bike-riding daredevil friend who had no respect for safety. That alone, that he was worried enough to send her a text message, had made her drop her taekwondo class to drive to Cole’s apartment, still dressed in her taekwondo uniform and sandals from the dojo. Anger clouded her brain, made the edges of her vision fuzzy as she pulled to a dead stop in front of Cole’s apartment and got out of the car.
Even if she had been the one to leave, he shouldn’t act like this. She had only been following rules, and it wasn’t like she could defy them. She hadn’t acted like he did when Robbie left her; oh no, she had tried to pin the blonde down and kill him before she realized that Robbie would always be her friend, regardless, and what they had done was a mistake. She came up to the front door and knocked, noticing how it swung in a little when she did. Growling, she opened the door and stepped inside, looking at the mess before slamming the door behind her.
“Cole Allan Kessler!” she yelled into the apartment.
One long, exhausting, nerve-wracking week filled with work, chores, a family scare, and dreams of the hottest kind, involving a tall, broad-shouldered man with eyes like blue pearls and lightning dancing between his fingers, taunting her with the pleasure she could have if she danced back into his arms. Pleasure as such she had experienced last week, when she had visited her ex-boyfriend turned friend and helped him move into his new apartment with his father and dog. He had received news of his sick brother and she had held him, comforting him through tears until their pent-up feelings had spilled forth from a stolen kiss.
Her fault.
She looked at the phone in her hand, a text message from a friend of her’s glowing on the screen. “I haven’t seen him in a week. It’s like he’s died.” was all it said, and it was from Sam, her bike-riding daredevil friend who had no respect for safety. That alone, that he was worried enough to send her a text message, had made her drop her taekwondo class to drive to Cole’s apartment, still dressed in her taekwondo uniform and sandals from the dojo. Anger clouded her brain, made the edges of her vision fuzzy as she pulled to a dead stop in front of Cole’s apartment and got out of the car.
Even if she had been the one to leave, he shouldn’t act like this. She had only been following rules, and it wasn’t like she could defy them. She hadn’t acted like he did when Robbie left her; oh no, she had tried to pin the blonde down and kill him before she realized that Robbie would always be her friend, regardless, and what they had done was a mistake. She came up to the front door and knocked, noticing how it swung in a little when she did. Growling, she opened the door and stepped inside, looking at the mess before slamming the door behind her.
“Cole Allan Kessler!” she yelled into the apartment.