We haven’t made love again not that we both haven’t wanted to. We came very close a few times, but I’m still hurting from the accident, so we know it’s not a good idea to try yet. God, I’m so horny!
By Wednesday early evening, Josh comes to my apartment as usual. I’m in the kitchen making dinner, struggling with my crutch. He leans against the breakfast bar and I do a double take when I turn my head. He really is the most handsome, gorgeous and sexiest man I’ve ever seen. “Move in with me or better yet; let me move in with you. Your place is bigger.” I gasp as my crutch starts falling from under my arm. I begin to stumble but strong arms catch me before I hit the floor. I’m floating a few inches above the ground, the look of concern marring his beautiful face. “I mean it, Emma. I want to be with you every second of every day that I can.” Tears form as my eyes search his. My heart is beating so fast but not just from the near fall.
“My place IS bigger,” I whisper and a smile grows on his mouth. He lifts me throwing his arms around me as his mouth crashes against mine.
We pull back touching our foreheads together and look into each other’s eyes. “I have good news and bad news. Which would you like first?”
Now my heart races in fear. “Bad news?” My voice is barely heard over the pounding of my heart in my ears.
“Well, my news is both good and bad. I turned in my resignation today.” His eyebrows raise as he looks at me with hope.
“What? Why?” I yell. My heart just plummeted. Did someone find out about us? Did they ask him to resign? Layton. Oh, my God. I feel terrible.
His hand cups my face. “Hey, hey. It’s not what you think. It’s okay.” I feel like I could cry. “Baby, listen.” I try to relax and wait for what he’s about to hit me with. “Come. Let’s get comfortable.” He leans down and grabs my crutch helping me put it under my arm, and we walk over to the table and sit down. He takes my hand covering it with his other one, and I take a deep breath. “Okay, so, Saturday night a guy came into the backroom after our gig and talked to us. He’s a record producer and loves our sound.” That doesn’t sound so bad. Yet. “Baby, he wants to record us, cut a CD.” My mouth turns up into a smile.
“That’s amazing but you all are amazing. I’m so happy for you.” He smiles back and my heart flutters. I’ll never get used to that.
He looks down at our hands and then back into my eyes. “I turned in my resignation at the college today because I don’t want to hide anymore. I want us to be together, be a regular couple. I want to hold hands in public, kiss you when I want to, which is all the time. I can’t wait until the school year is out and with the advance the record label gave us, I have enough money to last for a while until I can find something else.” My tears are brimming in my eyes again but this time from his love and happiness. “It’s okay, Em. I had to do it. I don’t want us to be a secret anymore. I love you.”
His words envelope me. Overwhelm me. He’s so selfless, so sweet, so caring. What did I ever do to deserve him? “I’m happy. So happy. I just don’t want it to be something you’ll regret later. You worked so hard to become a teacher full time, permanently, and I just want to make sure this is really what you want. I don’t want to be in the way of your dream, your happiness.”
He moves so fast that I barely blink. My crutch lands on the floor with a bang as he stands, lifting me in his arms, and placing me on his lap. His mouth is all over my face, kissing everywhere. “You’re my happiness, Emma. I can’t be truly happy without you. Don’t you understand that?” His hand cups my face, his tender touch, his loving words makes me cry harder. “Shhhh.”
I press my mouth against his, hard. I can’t get close enough. “I love you, Josh. Take me to bed. Please,” I whisper against his soft lips.
He stands with me and carries me to my bedroom. I feel the soft mattress beneath my back, and he makes quick work of ridding me of my clothes and then his. My damn cast is so heavy, but he spreads my legs and is inside me before I have a chance to think about it. I love the way he feels, his large length filling me. It’s not long before his strong arms begin shaking on either side of me as I clench him hard with my release. I watch his gorgeous face contort in his bliss. So beautiful. I want it to always be this way, always be this happy.
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I’m holding her in my arms staring up at the ceiling. The feeling of nervousness over what I did fades into the darkness. This, this is where I am meant to be. If things don’t work out with my music, I’ll find another job. It’s a job. But this, Emma, she’s my life, my happiness, my everything. She snuggles into me deeper. My arm tightens around her. If nothing else great happens in my life, I’m good with what I have right now.