her like this.
I never should have had sex with her at her apartment. I was torturing myself by reminding myself of what we had. Seeing her so forceful and standing up for herself, it broke a piece of the wall I had built back up. It turned me on and gave me hope that I could have the old Kallie back once again. I needed to be more careful around her if I wanted to make it through this without getting my heart broke again.
I punched in, deep in thought, and pulled a Ford truck into the garage. I tried to keep myself busy and keep my mind off of her. It was so easy to be angry with her when I couldn't see her. When I could forget her smell, how blue her eyes were, and how much I loved her laugh, then it was easier to be mad at her for leaving me. With her shoved in my face, I was weak.
I was making good progress and working quickly. Trying to stay distracted proved to be a good motivator. Travis seemed pleased that I finished two repairs before lunch time. I swept the floor and cleaned the windows when I had down time. It wasn't helping, though. All I could think about was how she was probably at my place now.
"Is it true? Is she really back?" I heard from behind me.
I spun around and nodded at Logan as he walked toward me. "Came the other night."
"For you?"
"Wedding." He gave me a look that said he didn't believe that for a second.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
"Yep," I answered quickly.
"Still mad at her?" he asked, tilting his head to get a better look at my face. I'd known Logan almost my whole life. He could read me like a book.
"Trying to be. I won't make the same mistake again."
He nodded and rolled a stool over to sit on. He talked shit while I did an oil change. He seemed off, but I couldn't figure out what the reason was exactly. He seemed subdued, like he had something on his mind. Logan was never a big talker, so I would wait him out. When he was ready, or drunk enough, he would spill it.
Travis told me to go home a few hours early. He said at the rate I was moving, we wouldn't have enough work for next week. I wanted to argue, but it wasn't often that I got an early day. I wanted to avoid going home but decided to get it over with. Quick like a band-aid.
Kallie's car was one spot over from where I left it last night, so I knew Scarlett must have picked her up already. I walked into the apartment to find both girls sitting at the bar. Magazines and papers were spread out all over the kitchen. Kallie's computer was open, and they both had their heads in their hands. Kallie looked ready to pull out her hair.
"Everything okay?" I asked hesitantly.
"I need a break," Scarlett said as she got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the water turn on as she stepped in the shower.
"Kallie?" She still had her hands in her hair and hadn't moved since I walked in the door.
"I'm trying not to have an anxiety attack," she mumbled.
Her body was stiff and her jaw was tense. I rarely saw her this stressed. The few times I had, I hated it. I walked behind her and started to rub her shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension. Her muscles felt like stone under my hands. She was slightly vibrating and her breathing was quick.
"Kallie, calm down," I urged gently. I hated seeing her so worked up. She came here to get away from all of that.
"I'm trying. We don't enough time," she huffed, throwing her hands in the air. "She wants something elaborate and elegant with about a month to plan. This is something that takes more than a year to plan."
"You know how impulsive she is," I offered. She was right; this wasn't something that should be rushed, but try telling that to Scarlett.
"I know," she sighed. "She’s just making it very hard."
I continued to work her shoulders. I felt the muscles slowly relax under my hands. I could feel her heat through her shirt, and when I pressed hard, she let out a tiny moan. When I started to get hard from hearing her sensual sounds, I
I never should have had sex with her at her apartment. I was torturing myself by reminding myself of what we had. Seeing her so forceful and standing up for herself, it broke a piece of the wall I had built back up. It turned me on and gave me hope that I could have the old Kallie back once again. I needed to be more careful around her if I wanted to make it through this without getting my heart broke again.
I punched in, deep in thought, and pulled a Ford truck into the garage. I tried to keep myself busy and keep my mind off of her. It was so easy to be angry with her when I couldn't see her. When I could forget her smell, how blue her eyes were, and how much I loved her laugh, then it was easier to be mad at her for leaving me. With her shoved in my face, I was weak.
I was making good progress and working quickly. Trying to stay distracted proved to be a good motivator. Travis seemed pleased that I finished two repairs before lunch time. I swept the floor and cleaned the windows when I had down time. It wasn't helping, though. All I could think about was how she was probably at my place now.
"Is it true? Is she really back?" I heard from behind me.
I spun around and nodded at Logan as he walked toward me. "Came the other night."
"For you?"
"Wedding." He gave me a look that said he didn't believe that for a second.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
"Yep," I answered quickly.
"Still mad at her?" he asked, tilting his head to get a better look at my face. I'd known Logan almost my whole life. He could read me like a book.
"Trying to be. I won't make the same mistake again."
He nodded and rolled a stool over to sit on. He talked shit while I did an oil change. He seemed off, but I couldn't figure out what the reason was exactly. He seemed subdued, like he had something on his mind. Logan was never a big talker, so I would wait him out. When he was ready, or drunk enough, he would spill it.
Travis told me to go home a few hours early. He said at the rate I was moving, we wouldn't have enough work for next week. I wanted to argue, but it wasn't often that I got an early day. I wanted to avoid going home but decided to get it over with. Quick like a band-aid.
Kallie's car was one spot over from where I left it last night, so I knew Scarlett must have picked her up already. I walked into the apartment to find both girls sitting at the bar. Magazines and papers were spread out all over the kitchen. Kallie's computer was open, and they both had their heads in their hands. Kallie looked ready to pull out her hair.
"Everything okay?" I asked hesitantly.
"I need a break," Scarlett said as she got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the water turn on as she stepped in the shower.
"Kallie?" She still had her hands in her hair and hadn't moved since I walked in the door.
"I'm trying not to have an anxiety attack," she mumbled.
Her body was stiff and her jaw was tense. I rarely saw her this stressed. The few times I had, I hated it. I walked behind her and started to rub her shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension. Her muscles felt like stone under my hands. She was slightly vibrating and her breathing was quick.
"Kallie, calm down," I urged gently. I hated seeing her so worked up. She came here to get away from all of that.
"I'm trying. We don't enough time," she huffed, throwing her hands in the air. "She wants something elaborate and elegant with about a month to plan. This is something that takes more than a year to plan."
"You know how impulsive she is," I offered. She was right; this wasn't something that should be rushed, but try telling that to Scarlett.
"I know," she sighed. "She’s just making it very hard."
I continued to work her shoulders. I felt the muscles slowly relax under my hands. I could feel her heat through her shirt, and when I pressed hard, she let out a tiny moan. When I started to get hard from hearing her sensual sounds, I
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