I hear the door and excitement travels through my body. Not long now and I would have what belonged to me. I can hear the tapping of shoes on the floor outside the door. As I stand near the roaring fire, I’m enveloped by its warmth. I had never been unsure of anything but meeting Ava again. After all this time I’m unsure his she will react. She was no longer the young girl I had in my arms. She was now a woman—my woman.
The anticipation of her arrival makes me impatient. What was taking so long? I knew she was just beyond that door and she had yet to walk through it. I hoped she would have missed me and that she was filled with regret for ever leaving me. The anger hits my body, but I have to stay calm and in control. What she had done needed to be forgiven and, in time, I’m sure it would be.
The doors handle comes down and the large oak door swings open, but nothing but silence follows. Slowly turning around, I’m met with an empty space and confusion hits my body. Where was she? I had waited all day for this moment and I still had yet to see her.
They ushered her body into the doorway, and it sucked my breath from my body. Ava had always been a mystery to me. But the woman who stood before me was downright mesmerising. My eyes crawl from her bare feet, lingering up her long-toned legs I had often enjoyed sliding across my shoulders. Pimples of desire shoots through my body. Her long golden hair flows down her body in waves, her plump mouth forms into a repulsed grimace, and those dazzling icy-blue eyes penetrate my body with all her hate.
Walking towards her I can sense her body stiffen but even I know she must realise she has nowhere to go, she is back home and she can’t leave. I had hoped she would at least look happy to see me. If it wasn’t for me, she would have died that night in the blistering storm. Ungrateful.
She doesn’t move. She doesn’t speak. She just stands there staring back at me like she hates me, maybe she hates me but she would learn to love me—one day she would love me and if she didn’t, there was no way I would ever to walk out of here. The only way Ava would ever leave me would be in a box.
As soon as I reach her, I’m swarmed by the scent of honey and sweetness that emits from her pores, enveloping my body in her essence. It is a scent I had longed for over the years and being so close to her with her scent swirling around my body, warmth hits my body.
My fingers glide across her shoulders and a scowl crosses her pretty little face, and she shrugs away from my touch. This action alone both surprises and excites me. Young Ava wouldn’t have dared to deny me what I wanted, but this Ava—this Ava was a delightful surprise.
Once more, my fingers hit her shoulder and once more she shrugs away from my touch. The feeling of her silky hair between my fingers for only a mere second sends shivers coursing up my spine. Gripping her by the chin, her head sways, trying to get away from my touch, but this just makes me grip her harder. Hate pools from those baby blues.
“Hello, little girl. Welcome home.” I utter.
Forcing her body from the doorway and into the room I feel her shudder beneath my touch and leave her standing in the middle of the room, I turn back towards the door sliding it, and I spot Audrey looking back at me and before I close the door, I give her a smile.
