I was talking to Ben. Of course, she was. I was here waiting for her for hours, and she was off flirting with my best friend.
“Ben must have had loads to say.”
“Oh, come on, Chris. You know it isn’t like that. I’m not in the mood for fighting, okay?”
“Why? What’s wrong? We have been fighting for years.”
“I stayed because Bess riled me up, then I had a heart-to-heart with Mary, and after that, I somehow got roped into helping out waitressing as one of their staff called in sick. A hangover is most likely. I was having fun. And I stayed till closing. Like friends do. They stick around when needed.”
“So, you’re what, Ben’s friend and working for him now?”
“Well at least he isn’t refusing my offers to help,” she snarled,
I got up and stood toe to toe with her. “If he’s that much better, than why are you here?” I was practically growling at her at this point. She tried to push by me, but I wasn't having it. I shouldn't have taken my day out on her, but that was what happened when you let people close and weren’t yet strong enough to control your emotions. You let it out, forgetting their feelings.
And then regretted it later.
I slammed on my mouth on hers, pouring all my frustrations of the day into our kiss. I pushed her against the wall and unzipped my pants, pulling her dress above her hips and slid her panties to the side. Everything about this was angry, and when I thrust inside her, I didn't take it easy.
“Yes!” She screamed. “Harder. More,” she moaned.
I grabbed her tits over the material of her dress, and our tongues dueled in a messy kiss. It seemed both of us needed this. I braced my hand on the wall, kept one hand wrapped around her waist and fucked her as hard as I could, while she made noises I had never heard before.
She fell apart in my arms, her walls clenching around my cock, pulling my orgasm from my body. The groan that left me was one of relief, guilt, and pleasure. “I'm sorry,” I said, laying my forehead on her shoulder.
“Me too.”
“I don’t want it to be like this while I’m gone.”
“It’s okay. We have time. We have a lot to learn.”
We stayed in that position a while before I carried her to bed and made love to her — this time, without the anger of the day. I had missed her. I had missed us. And maybe when our lives were settled, we wouldn’t have days like this anymore.
But that meant I had to let Charlie go, or he needed to get his shit together because I couldn’t get let it interfere with my life here. Because it would.
And I couldn’t let that happen. Not when everything I’d ever wanted was in my grasp.
