Be With You

Chapter 7

It's ridiculous how she felt when she walked down the path of embarrassment and closed the door as quietly as possible. When she put on her socks and cautiously walked down the stairs, her hallway was empty, finally outside in the cool night air while the street lamps illuminated the way home. Luckily, there were taxis driving around at 3:30am and she got hit by one of hers. She ignored the comment made by the taxi driver, hoping he would read the fact that he was leaning back in her backseat and closing her eyes. She wants to be left alone.

One person was safer. At the usual, tedious and slow pace experienced before James's hurricane, Amaya puts her heart back in her place and takes all the reserves of energy and focus to stabilise her mind, using molecules. She should have known it was too good to be true... every damn moment of it. He just wanted meat on the side. Big meat.

A little change is the spice of life. Her body was very different from his girlfriend, a lean, muscular and athletic figure she could never have imagined. Damn, s**t, s**t - and tears came out. It wasn't the loud gasping sobs she felt after dating someone for months and realising it wasn't going well. They were tears and made her a little more dizzy than she had expected from the evening. Dinner and great s*x was great, but apparently she had something on her mind.

He was clearly involved, so all she wanted was to be with him. Whoever that woman was, she had a body that stretched for miles. Amaya would be surprised if her body fat was 10%. What was his type, Amaya? Just a cow he decided to take from hell. She was trolling some dating sites, but she felt her car come to a sudden stop as the brakes in the cab screeched to tell her it was her time. She gave the cab driver enough tips to make him feel better and grin, saying good night, good morning, and nice to meet him. As she walked into her apartment, her shoes vibrated like gongs, clicks, clicks, clicks, her feet were very weak heels, very tired calves, all very tired , body, and soul. She threw off her clothes, wrapped herself in big, oversized flannel pyjamas, and simply crawled into bed to lull the opposing parties to sleep.

*** James was used to waking up alone. Jill's side of the bed was a cold place and a s* I'm Siberian. Making her breakfast and making her his own breakfast crossed his mind as he fell asleep and held her in his arms. Hopefully she left a message. Maybe she had to hurry to her job. understood. It was hard juggling shifts and supervisors - his eyes froze when he landed on Jill's photo. Hawaii. About 7 years ago. Her skin glowed in her wetsuit and she put on a relaxed, happy smile as the sun kissed her nose. He was about two feet taller than the petite Jill. James's black hair remained the same, but her hair got a lot lighter over the holidays. Jill and Mike at the weekend. While James was addicted to surfing...his thoughts drifted when the horror of Jill's death hit him...In a way, her death was still a huge blow.

Good stuff. A hit of $59 million a year. Unlike Amaya, he doesn't have to worry about being on time for work again... man, even if he makes himself think it made him sick. It was a sick, sick way to get rich - lose your soulmate - and he was still so mad about something - God? cancer? Fate? His own helplessness? -He wouldn't leave the fire station and would rather act like a gossiper of workers. The masquerading of normalcy was important. need. Especially now with Amaya. Until he knew she was looking after him like old James—before the trust fund—he had to keep his cool. He got up, stretched his arms overhead, blood flowing into his biceps and triceps, bent his elbows and slowly extended his neck. His lower back only hurt a little. This is good pain from a nice, deep, intense s*x session. He grinned. Her sheets still had her scent on them. Her soft skin was almost there, and she caressed his chest.

Amaya was soft and sweet and sighed...as if his touch was new, like a dream. He was affectionate towards her, but found a little extra, a naughty streak. He was happy with his find. If he were to text her now, would that be considered too intrusive? Too stalking? who cares. He picked up his phone, pulled out her phone number, and texted. And all I got was a bone this morning. ;) Silence. Wait five minutes, James, he told himself. He stood waiting for the sunlight to come in through the window, his naked figure tense with necessity. A bottle of lotion and a nice hot shower might kill his alertness. Tonight's date could be better. There is nothing. He knew it was very hopeless, but he confirmed her phone number, and he won. I have no answer. Not even her voicemail message. It stood ouut.

The only reason I couldn't leave a voicemail for anyone was the phone that they blocked you. A chill ran through him and his flesh turned goosebumps in a matter of seconds. Clogged? Why did she block him? He looked around the room really carefully, breathing in and out. Concentrated, he thought carefully about the past 24 hours. He found her on the Internet. she asked. Dinner at the coolest restaurant in town. She found her attractive and their feelings for each other matched. Stepped up, invited her over, had great s*x (he wanted more) and fell asleep with her in bed. When he woke up he was alone. He texted her. He called her - and now it appeared she blocked him. Clogged? It must have been a mistake. He called again. He rang 28 times before he hung up. Where was Mike? Oh, it's right by his cabin. He decided to clean up so James could have some time alone with Amaya.

Except, James had a lot of time to be with himself instead of the kind of private time he'd hoped for. He turned on his computer and opened the dating site to chat through his window. She was no longer among his "favourites." teeth? He did a search - it wasn't Amaya Michaels. It was as if she was gone. Clogged? Beep beep! She slammed the alarm button with her hand, but she couldn't believe it. She was a little out of her reach, but instead she slammed the back of her hand against the corner of the side table and heard her own cries of protest. "Damn." She opened her eyes and gave the machine a melted look. 6:00 am -

Time for work. Actually? Had she really slept for two and a half hours at most? f*ck. She stood up and tried to stretch, wondering why she felt so sore and sticky. Oh. Thomas of James touched her cl*t, her fingers slipped and licked her in circles, her feet on his shoulders. That was the reason. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. It doesn't do her any good if she denies it or ignores it. If you leave her alone, she will disappear. If she forces it away, she will be in pain forever. What she thought shouldn't have happened, so she had to accept it. Too happy, really - that night was a magical, very genuine encounter with a hot guy who was far from her league. But that's fine. It was a new day and she reached for her smartphone to check her time and realised there were about 27 messages from Josie that she had to reply to after her. Josie let her spill everything, told her everything and congratulated her for refusing it. Second best. But for now Amaya had to panic. And that, like so many others, was fine. Her coffee maker made a gurgling noise, a sign that the cup was almost empty. She had prepared everything as usual before the date and had forgotten that she had come home from work and prepared coffee for the next day. I sat down, turned on my computer, and checked my email today as I do every morning. James, James, James, James, James.

Amaya was flipping through her emails, ignoring a series of advertisements, when she suddenly realised that an online dating site had sent her a message. "I have a new chat request for her." Yes, boom, boom, boom, boom. Ah, my inbox is very full. She has 17 new chat requests. Yes, that's right. They didn't request, but f*ck request. Thanks guys. There is a problem with the request counter. Deep down she knew it was okay. That's what she wanted — she wanted more last night. Magic. thrill. Be enchanted, charm someone. An intoxicating passion for new things, slipping into that special knowledge while feeling warm, safe and excited. Images all over the room of James filled his brain — this woman, his girlfriend, his wife, his everything.

He wasn't wearing a ring, but that meant nothing. She found out on her second or third date after college. Married men always lied, they tended to be the smartest - and this guy was pretty smart. As if it had entered the lungs, as if it had wrapped around the trachea- take a breath. take a breath. She breathed in her, breathed out - exhaled sorrow, exhaled happiness, exhaled sorrow, exhaled joy. No matter how hard she tried, it wasn't enough. No matter what your yoga teacher says about the harmful effects of coffee, caffeine will have to do what meditation cannot. You can pry my caffeine out of a cold dead outstretched hand. She sipped her coffee, poured another, wondered what the hell, and clicked one of the email chat messages. Hey Mike, she thought. A guy named Mike wanted to meet her or chat with her. Mike - let's see, he was 32 years old, 6 feet 5 inches, 180 years old, he sounded like a runner. It said, "I like marathons and work at a ski resort." hey you- Her running idea was to sprint and ski, waving her hand madly to the bus driver when she was late for the morning bus. Hut. Hot Days Backpackers Resort. It's not snowing.

Deleting his message was the easiest thing in the world, her finger resting on the button, but something stopped her. If Josie had been there to ask, Amaya wouldn't have been able to explain. She just... stopped. She clicked on his profile to find out about him. He looked like the opposite James. This man had sandy blonde hair and Nordic features, but James Dark and dark in Italian. Mike looked tall and skinny in pictures of him on his bike, pictures of him crossing the finish line, and pictures of him camping. Camping. she shuddered. Her idea of ​​camping wasn't mint on her pillow and she wasn't sure if it would work. Then she read a short bio about him. "Hi, my name is Mike Pine. I'm 32 years old. I'm really new to this online dating thing. I'm very active and sporty. I work at a ski resort, teach skiing, and also, I also work for the Aid Team .In my spare time, I enjoy running, camping, biking, looking for friendship and more, and wanting to connect with other people with similar interests - " Beep blip! Small Chat Her window popped up and Amaya was startled by an unexpected noise and splashed coffee in her hand. "Wow!" she cried, grabbing her kitchen towel and shaking it off. "What the hell!?" she stared at the now lit screen, with the familiar chat window opening in the lower right corner.

"Oh my God," she stuttered, her words echoing in her empty apartment. Somehow, he knew she was online because it was a chat from her. Marathon Mike himself. Hi. Are you there now? Oh my god, she still smelled like James, but now she's got something new: A man chasing after her? What a slut she was. she thought for a moment. The word b***h didn't apply to her. It wasn't that she was trying out new behaviours. Let's try this, she thought. She is getting ready for her work over coffee and she is logging in. Hello, I saw your message! Oh good morning! Yeah, I'm not really functional without two or three cups of coffee itself.

He added a little smile icon. Hmm... who wouldn't, she thought. Amaya drank the rest of her cup and typed with one hand. Well, you're kind of like Mr. Triathlete and Ski Guy. My workout ideas: Go across the room to get the remote control. He wrote back several lines at a time. lol Yes, don't worry. You can also go hiking. Oh, I think I just asked you. Yes, I have. ? "Oh," she muttered. She stared at the glowing screen in amazement, her cup of empty coffee hanging precariously from her right index finger and swallowing it. What? Did she win the lottery for handsome men? Suddenly she just — oh, she completely dumped James on his bed last night, and now she's like a skinnier version of the actor. had a guy who looked like

Playing Thor left her pounding, but deep down she decided to give this new act a try. Laura has nothing to do. what can it hurt? Her bodily memory surge from last night made her warm between her legs and her skin red at the memory of James's hand.She wanted more. If she can't have more of him, she She might get something from Mike. Hiking, yes I do. That's really cool. And she breathed in her chance, breathed out her rejection, breathed in her breath An opportunity for discouragement and a breather. Chances favor those who are ready. Laura was ready. At least she told herself so.