While I Was Away(93)

It was eerie, but it was nice. There were so few places in L.A. where a person could feel alone. Where they could see the stars and the moon and just enjoy the silence.

“Perfectly, huh,” Jones echoed her statement, then she felt him against her back. His arms went around her and he put his hands on the railing on either side of hers, boxing her in. She smiled, remembering a similar moment they'd shared together, when they'd been a prince and a princess, standing on a castle wall looking out over a very different landscape.

“Yes. Just perfect.”

“Is that what you want, Adele?” he asked softly. “A big ring and a big speech in front of our family and friends? You know you just have to say the words, and it'll be done.”

Adele thought about it, then smiled to herself. She leaned back, coming fully flush with him, then she smoothed her hands down his arms. Laid her hands over his for a second before tugging on them. After that, she didn't have to tell him what she wanted. She never really did.

He always knew.

She cupped her hands around the moon, and he put his hands on either side of hers, and for just a second, she swore she could feel it.

“What would I do with a ring, Jones? You already gave me the moon. Anything else would pale in comparison.”

“I'm very thankful for you, Adele Reins,” he whispered in her ear. “And I'm very in love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I don't know what I'd do without you.”

“You'd find me,” she assured him.

“Even in your dreams,” he teased, and her smile grew even bigger.

The moon was big and bright in her hands, but not half as big, nor half as bright, as the love radiating out of her soul for this one perfect man.

“Especially in my dreams.”





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Available here - My Time in the Affair

Mischa

How much I wanted him took me by surprise. I didn't want to feel that way – I'd been telling the truth. I wasn't looking for another relationship. Clearly, I wasn't good at relationships, and had no business entering into an already-fucked-up-relationship without ending my last totally-fucked-up-relationship.

But it was like he understood me. I could say anything to him, literally anything, and he just got it. He didn't think I was a horrible human being for cheating on my husband. He didn't care that I was married. Didn't care that I was emotionally stunted most of the time, and physically inhibited some of the time. All he cared about was being with me. Everything else, that was just background noise.

I hadn't ever known that kind of freedom, to just be myself, one hundred percent. Say whatever I want, do whatever I want, in all situations. You just can't be like that with most people, there's always a filter that needs to be in place. But not with Tal.

Not in any situations.

I was drunk on him. High on him. I wanted to swallow him down, inhale him, inject him. I wanted him to live under my skin and change my DNA. I wanted to live in his air and breathe his passion.

I thought maybe, just maybe, I could overdose on him. If I could just take him one more time, and shut my eyes, and it would be the last time, with anyone, with anything, that would be alright. Guilt would be gone. Hurt would be gone. Confusion would be gone. Oppression would be gone.

Obsession would be gone.





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“You started these games,” Jameson pointed out. Tate hiked up her dress a little and lifted her knee to his desk.

“I didn't realize they'd go on for this long,” she replied, then she bent forward and crawled across the desk towards him. He didn't move.

“They're going to go on for a lot longer,” he warned her. She reached out, putting her hand on his knee.

“For how long?” she asked, her voice husky as she slid her hand up his thigh, moving as slowly as possible.

“However long it takes for you to realize who the winner will always be,” Jameson replied.

Before she could respond, there was a loud knock at the door. She didn't move, kept her eyes locked to his, her hand an inch away from his crotch. He stared back, a smile spreading across his face. He looked like the devil.

She suddenly got nervous.

Oh no.

“Who is that?” she asked when there was another knock.

“I forgot, a business associate is stopping by, just to go over some stuff,” Jameson explained. His voice was too soft, too easy going. Tate leaned back, sitting on her heels.

“Oh. Okay. Want me to leave?” she offered, confused. He shook his head.

“No, you can stay in here. In fact, I have a wonderful idea,” he started.

Now she was really nervous.

“Oh god. What?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at the door.

“You have to prove to me that you're worth my time,” he said.

“I thought we were doing that,” she pointed out.

“Too easy! Now you've got me worried. A handjob in my library? Don't I even get Arby's?” he joked. She smacked him on the chest.

“Shut up,” she growled. He lurched forward in his chair, his face a couple inches away from her own.