Souls Intertwined by Nenaya Renee

Author:Nenaya Renee [Renee, Nenaya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781505370546
Amazon: 150537054X
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2015-01-16T05:00:00+00:00

| The Morning After

My eyes ache, my head is rocking at the temples. The curtains are closed tightly blocking any form of sunlight from coming through. I’m surrounded by darkness, alone. I stagger from the bed into the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are swollen from crying the night before. I look like yesterday, a fucking mess. I brush my teeth; press a hot rag to my eyes a few times to bring down the swelling. I peel my body out of the dark blue sundress I fell asleep in, wash the important parts, and redress in a t-shirt and shorts. I take the tangled mess I call hair and push it back into a ponytail and retreat downstairs to find Grayson. Through the drawn blinds, I see him sitting outside on the patio. I grab my shades off of the dining table and step out into the warmth of a new day.

“Good morning,” I say half expecting him to respond.

“Morning,” he says flatly.

I eye the glass of Hennessey in his hand. “It’s a little early to be drinking, don’t you think?”

He raises the glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Nope, it’s twelve o’clock somewhere.”

“Are you mad at me?” I can’t help but ask though I already know the answer by his body language.

“Why would I be upset?”

“You know why.”

“We’re good, Farah. Everything is fine.”

Frustrated, I grab the glass from his hand and plant it on the table. I straddle my legs on either side of him giving him nowhere else to look but at me. And although my eyes can barely withstand the struggle against the sunlight, I snatch the sunglasses off my face and toss them on the table.

“We’re not going to do this today. We are on vacation, we’re supposed to be happy and having fun. Please tell me if you are mad at me for…for not saying yes…to marrying you.”

He cradles my face in his palms pulling me close as he plants soft kisses on my eyelids, down to my lips in a kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I know you don’t want to keep hearing that but I really am.”

“Are you upset?”

“I was. I’m more frustrated than anything mostly with myself. I understand your position.”

I run my fingers through his beard. “Do you really or are you just saying that because I look like shit.”

“…no thanks to me.”

“Answer my question.”

He runs his hands down the sides of my face, my collarbone, and across my erect nipples poking through the fabric of my t-shirt. They continue their journey, resting finally on my backside.

“No, I really understand. Maybe I’m not as ready as I think I am. Maybe we really do need a little more time. I really don’t want to lose you, Farah. That’s the truth of the matter. The thought alone is devastating to me.”

“You won’t.”

“Okay.”

“Do you believe me?”

He alters his weight so that he can sit more comfortably and I feel him throbbing against me. Even in this moment of confusion and utterly unrefined emotion, I crave him.

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