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Running against the wet sidewalk causes my
sneakers to start squeaking. As soon as I make it close to home, my feet fail
me and I slip on the wetness, hitting my knee hard against the concrete. I limp
into the house. Stripping off my now wet clothes, I reach for the first aid kit
under the bathroom sink and clean the blood from my knee. I wince when I put
the peroxide on it and it bubbles up. Taking a cotton ball, I dot some ointment
on it and place a Band Aid over the wound.
I take a hot shower, trying to avoid the
water from hitting my knee, as it still stings. Warmed up from the hot shower,
I exit and wrap my plush robe around my body. Padding out to the living room, I
make myself some hot cocoa, and then hear a knock on the door.
The clock reads three a.m., and I’m
concerned for my safety. Who the hell is knocking at my door at this time? I
look through the peep hole, and see a familiar face. Sly. Shit, I forgot to
text him when I came back.
I swing my door open. “Sly, what are you
doing here?”
“I wanted to make sure you’re safe. You
never texted me, so I came to see for myself.”
“Well, you could have just called,” I say,
adding a little annoyance to my tone.
I motion for him to come inside.
“Overrated. Besides, I’m more of a face to
face kind of guy. But I see you are perfectly fine.” He scans my body. “Except
I didn’t see that earlier. What happened?” He points to my bandaged knee.
“Um, I, uh, slipped during my run. It’s no
big deal,” I brush off with a giggle.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I promise. I’m fine. Can I offer you a
cup of coffee, cocoa, or something?”
“Oh no, I’m fine, thanks for offering.
While I’m here though and see you are okay, would you be interested in going to
dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“So tell me, Raine. Did you only accept my
date because you were caught in a compromising position last night, or were you
being genuine?”
Oh dear. “A little of both.”I arch my eyebrow.
He chuckles. Is that good or bad?
“Well, I take that answer then. Okay,
well, I better get going. You probably have work tomorrow.”
“I do. I really enjoyed our date, though.”
“Me too. Is it okay to call you, tomorrow perhaps?”
“I’d like that.” I smile.
I walk Sly to the door, and before I open
it, I feel him gripping my waist, tugging it toward his hard body. I take a few
steps back from him, because I know what’s about to happen, and I’m not sure
I’m ready for it. I have to be honest with him. “Sly, you don’t want this. I’ve
lost my only child, and my husband left me for another woman. I’m broken. My
heart is no longer whole.”
My words don’t seem to affect him as he
makes his way back to me, like a predator going after his prey. This time, I
don’t move.
BIO:
Renea has always had her nose inside of a book ever
since she could remember. She has wrote ever since she was young enough to
write, never showing anyone what she was writing. Initially she started writing
Coming Back to You without intending to publish, but her hubby of 15 years
encouraged her to publish it. And she did. She couldn't imagine never writing.
Its in her blood.
Her mind is always wondering, plotting and full of ideas. Even her hubs
questions her sanity sometimes, because she well her characters are real. They
feel real.
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