heart breaking apart. She closed her eyes, her sobs so deep she thought her heart would explode. Her last thought before the sweet oblivion of slumber washed over her, was Shane, turning his back and walking out of her door, and out of her life.
Hours later, Ava sat at her kitchen table, her pounding head resting on her palms. A box of Oreos sat to the left of her, Dove Bars to the right, a gallon of rocky road dead ahead. All lay untouched.
She was falling to pieces, and rubbed her chest, trying to dispel the pain. She loved Shane Sullivan. She loved his smile, his body, his long messy hair. Yeah, she even loved his ink and that tiny gold hoop, too.
Shane Sullivan had given her a gift that had changed her life in the few short days they'd been together. He'd been her lover, friend, and maybe the most precious gift of all, he'd taught her to revel in the beauty of her body, to enjoy the heights of carnal pleasure such as she'd never experienced before. Shane Sullivan had seduced and been seduced by all she was, all they could share. His touches turned her inside out, his body joined to hers so deep, she had no idea where she ended and he began.
Had Shane been telling the truth when he came to the bar, flowers in hand, to tell her he loved her?
Imagine, he insinuated that she was playing him? Of all the absurd ideas. But one thing was real and sincere. Brittany had hurt him, deeply. His muscular, sexy, virile facade had failed to tell her that he was a fun loving guy, out to party and drink hard.
The Harley, those tattoos and tough guy attitude created an outward shell, but Ava knew the truth. She'd fallen hard for Shane's sensitivity, intelligence and yes, that raw charm and sexy personality had drawn her to him.
Stop making excuses for him. He should have told you he asked Elena about you. Instead, he seemed surprised that you were there and didn't recognize him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone. She looked at the caller ID. Shane. No, she wasn't ready to talk to him. Her machine picked it up, but she couldn't help but listen.
Her stomach clenched at the sound of his voice. She clasped her hands and rested her head on her shaky fingers.
"Ava, I know you're there. Pick up.” Then a breath and a whisper. “Please, honey."
She covered her face in her hands. “I can't."
It was as though he'd heard her. “Then listen to me. I'm sorry about flying off the handle at the bar. I didn't mean a word of that ‘cougar’ crap I spewed. I didn't plan on it, but I love you Ava. I've loved you since we met at that party two years ago. I wanted you then, and I want you now. Give us a chance, please Ava."
Ava's palms pressed to her cheeks, as she heard him inhale, and speak again.
"Remember the night we made love on the pool table? Remember how you gave yourself to me. That hot beautiful body of yours gave me more pleasure and joy than I've ever known with any woman. That's the truth and you know it."
Don't say it, Shane. Please, don't.
"Remember the night at my place when you trusted me to bind you? You knew I'd never hurt you. I only want to bring both of us pleasure, to tell each other what we want and not be afraid to be ourselves. I thought I would explode because that magical mouth of yours made me so hard, I could have died and gone to heaven that night."
Ava nodded . I did die and go to heaven, in your arms.
"Because of you, I'm alive again. When Brittany left me, I thought I had nothing left. I loved her, or thought I did. Then I saw you again at With a Twist after two years. You brought me back to life. We brought each other back. Don't throw it away Ava. Please talk to me. I'll be at the bar later. Meet me there and we'll talk, but what I really want to do is make love to you until we can't walk, can't breathe. That's all I have to say. If you're at the bar, fine, I'll be waiting. If you're not, I won't bother you again.” The line went dead, and Ava sat stunned at his admission of love.
I love you
Hours later, Ava sat at her kitchen table, her pounding head resting on her palms. A box of Oreos sat to the left of her, Dove Bars to the right, a gallon of rocky road dead ahead. All lay untouched.
She was falling to pieces, and rubbed her chest, trying to dispel the pain. She loved Shane Sullivan. She loved his smile, his body, his long messy hair. Yeah, she even loved his ink and that tiny gold hoop, too.
Shane Sullivan had given her a gift that had changed her life in the few short days they'd been together. He'd been her lover, friend, and maybe the most precious gift of all, he'd taught her to revel in the beauty of her body, to enjoy the heights of carnal pleasure such as she'd never experienced before. Shane Sullivan had seduced and been seduced by all she was, all they could share. His touches turned her inside out, his body joined to hers so deep, she had no idea where she ended and he began.
Had Shane been telling the truth when he came to the bar, flowers in hand, to tell her he loved her?
Imagine, he insinuated that she was playing him? Of all the absurd ideas. But one thing was real and sincere. Brittany had hurt him, deeply. His muscular, sexy, virile facade had failed to tell her that he was a fun loving guy, out to party and drink hard.
The Harley, those tattoos and tough guy attitude created an outward shell, but Ava knew the truth. She'd fallen hard for Shane's sensitivity, intelligence and yes, that raw charm and sexy personality had drawn her to him.
Stop making excuses for him. He should have told you he asked Elena about you. Instead, he seemed surprised that you were there and didn't recognize him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone. She looked at the caller ID. Shane. No, she wasn't ready to talk to him. Her machine picked it up, but she couldn't help but listen.
Her stomach clenched at the sound of his voice. She clasped her hands and rested her head on her shaky fingers.
"Ava, I know you're there. Pick up.” Then a breath and a whisper. “Please, honey."
She covered her face in her hands. “I can't."
It was as though he'd heard her. “Then listen to me. I'm sorry about flying off the handle at the bar. I didn't mean a word of that ‘cougar’ crap I spewed. I didn't plan on it, but I love you Ava. I've loved you since we met at that party two years ago. I wanted you then, and I want you now. Give us a chance, please Ava."
Ava's palms pressed to her cheeks, as she heard him inhale, and speak again.
"Remember the night we made love on the pool table? Remember how you gave yourself to me. That hot beautiful body of yours gave me more pleasure and joy than I've ever known with any woman. That's the truth and you know it."
Don't say it, Shane. Please, don't.
"Remember the night at my place when you trusted me to bind you? You knew I'd never hurt you. I only want to bring both of us pleasure, to tell each other what we want and not be afraid to be ourselves. I thought I would explode because that magical mouth of yours made me so hard, I could have died and gone to heaven that night."
Ava nodded . I did die and go to heaven, in your arms.
"Because of you, I'm alive again. When Brittany left me, I thought I had nothing left. I loved her, or thought I did. Then I saw you again at With a Twist after two years. You brought me back to life. We brought each other back. Don't throw it away Ava. Please talk to me. I'll be at the bar later. Meet me there and we'll talk, but what I really want to do is make love to you until we can't walk, can't breathe. That's all I have to say. If you're at the bar, fine, I'll be waiting. If you're not, I won't bother you again.” The line went dead, and Ava sat stunned at his admission of love.
I love you
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