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Emily
“Did you really think I’d let you get away that easily? Huh, that you could outsmart me?” he yells, picking up a vase and throwing it across the room.
“N-no, Trent, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” I’m not sorry that I left; what I’m sorry for is that I didn’t get far enough away before he found me.
“You weren’t thinking. That’s your damn problem, Emily. You’re never fucking thinking. You keep making me punish you over and over again. Do you think I enjoy fucking punishing you?”
I know he does; the sick fuck gets off on it. “No, you don’t need to punish me. I won’t do it again. I promise.”
“You’re damn straight you won’t fucking try it again. I’ll make sure this is a lesson you’ll never forget.”
“Noooo!” I scream as I bring my hands up to cover my face. I know that was a mistake as soon as I hear the snap of my arm.
“Emmy, wake up. Wake the fuck up!” Josh’s voice is yelling at me.
My eyes snap open as I come face to face with Josh. He doesn’t look so good. His jaw is clenched tight, and there’s a dark storm brewing in his eyes. What happened? Why is he looking at me like that?
“Josh, what’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing’s wrong. Are you okay?”
He’s lying. I can tell something is bothering him. I can tell he’s on the verge of losing the plot. I’m not scared though. His hands are gripped firmly around my forearms. I wince at how tight his hold is, wriggling my arms a little. He immediately lets go and curses under his breath.
I nod my head. “I’m fine. What’s wrong?” I ask again.
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans in and claims my mouth, his tongue circling around mine. I get lost in his kiss, in the passion, the love he puts into one simple gesture. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. No matter how close he is, it’s never enough.
He pulls back, breaking my moment of bliss. “We have to leave this bubble and go home again.”
“But I love our bubble. This has been the best week of my entire life. Why does it have to end?”
“I love our bubble too. Emmy, you are my bubble. It doesn’t matter where we are, or who is around us—this bubble is ours to keep.” Josh brings my hand up to his lips, kissing my palm before placing it over his heart. “I won’t let anything destroy our bubble, Emmy.”
“You can’t stop the inevitable, Josh. Nothing this good lasts forever. Someone once told me that hope was a bitch best left alone.”
“Well, that person was a fucking idiot, obviously.” He rolls his eyes.
“Can we go riding before we leave?”
“Sure, babe. Hop up and get ready. I’ll go out and saddle up the horses.” He leans down and kisses my forehead before he leaves the room.
Stretching my aching muscles out before I even attempt to get out of bed, I welcome this kind of soreness. It’s the result of the activities from the last week. It’s been a week packed full of horse riding, hiking, and Josh. So much Josh. I shouldn’t be enjoying intimacy after what Trent put me through for years, or at least I think I shouldn’t… I’ve been so blissfully happy this last week here with Josh, I can almost trick my mind into believing the last few years were just a nightmare.
With Josh, everything is different. Every time we’re intimate, it feels like the first time, new and exciting. He makes sure I’m always enjoying it. I’ve never had to fake an orgasm with him. Instead, I’m spent, fighting them off while trying not to combust every damn time he so much as touches me.
* * *
I might have spentway too long in the shower under the hot water. When I walk out to the living room, the smell of bacon fills the air. Josh has insisted on cooking every meal since we arrived. He at least lets me help clean up afterwards. Who knew washing dishes could be so much fun?
I find Josh in the kitchen, just as he’s placing a full plate on the bench. “Thought I’d have to come drag you out of the shower.”
“Sorry, I lost track of time. This smells delicious.” I sit down at the bench in front of a plate full of bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs and hash browns. He must have had it cooked for a while; he’s already cleaned up. The kitchen is pristine. I know Josh calls this a cabin, but it’s no regular cabin.
This kitchen is something out of an interior decorating magazine. Pristine white marble benchtops, dark-stained wooden cabinets. The sink is a huge, square, farm-style basin. I love it. It’s got such a homey feel to it. I could almost picture raising kids here, having a little soccer team full of tiny Joshes. If only that dream was a possibility…
“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t smart enough to join you in there.” Josh winks.
“It would have been a lot more pleasurable if you had, but then I wouldn’t have all of this in front of me right now.” I shove a forkful of the fluffiest eggs into my mouth. “Mmm, damn, these are good.”
