I shut my laptop, reclining in my chair.
No matter how much I tried, I could still feel her touch, her breath hitting my skin like a tsunami.
The texture of her hair, her body moving, gasps escaping her lips while her gaze locked on me — the entire time.
A sigh escaped my lips, there was just something about Emmaline.
Something about her… or maybe it was her all along.
Maybe this entire time, I’ve been in denial and it was always her.
Nothing could change it, not tearing her from my heart, or pushing her into the divorce, or watching her from afar.
Nothing could make my heart not beat for her. Darn it.
I shouldn’t have kissed her. I shouldn’t have asked for her help. Darn it. Darn it all!
I had to remember. It’s as Emmaline, she chose divorce, she got rid of the baby.
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