Those That Came Before

Wanted

A/N: The highly anticipated next chapter! Thank you all so much for the likes and comments. I am sorry if I don't answer, life has been quite crazy lately as a teacher during a pandemic! I hope you enjoy.... just wait for the next chapter I have in store ;)

"I...I can't," Hadley teetered back and forth at the top of the steps of the bus, staring at Brantley. His facial features changed from hopeful to disappointed. He couldn't really blame her. This was an absolute mess. 

He played with the truck keys in his palm. "Okay." 

He walked by her, slightly brushing against her in the narrow space. The smell of the sweet wine she had been drinking mixed with the floral scent of her perfume was intoxicating. He pushed it out of his mind and walked down the stairs, looking back up at her. Hadley followed suit, wiping the last lingering tears away with the back of her hand. Brantley hopped in his jacked up black truck, starting the engine quickly. Hadley pulled herself up as she stepped on the side boards to get in. The ride to Becky's was quiet. It was only about five minutes, but felt like eternity. 

The light on the front porch was left on, showcasing the beautifully crafted front door of the generous size home Becky occupied. A tiny gleam of brightness peaking behind the cream colored curtains let Hadley know she wasn't going to have to navigate her way through a dark house. That could be disastrous. 

"Thanks." She half smiled, nodding in Brantley's direction. As she hopped out of the truck landing on the solid ground below, she kept her head down. She knew Brantley was disappointed in her decision. She wanted to stay with him. She really did. But that would be hypocritical wouldn't it? Calling out her best friend sleeping with another man. When she has slept with that best friend's husband before. Man, isn't that the pot calling the kettle black. 

Brantley stayed to make sure she made it inside safely. As she latched the lock on the door, Hadley had an overwhelming sense of defeat. She didn't want to wake Becky, but maybe a shower would help with the feeling. Hadley made her way toward the back of the house where the guest bedroom was. It was at the opposite end of the master bedroom. The bathroom across from her. She placed her purse on the plush chair in the corner of the room and rummaged through her bag for some pajamas. After successfully locating them, she padded across the hall. 

The steam quickly started to fill the room, fogging up the mirror above the sink. Hadley undressed and stepped in the stand up shower. The cool stone beneath her feet a welcoming contrast to the scalding hot water. She let it wash over her body for a couple minutes, closing her eyes. She was about to unpack all of the emotions from the day, when the door creaked open. Hadley opened her eyes quickly. She was ready to apologize to Becky for making so much noise. But a different pair of green eyes were staring back at her. 

There was a few moments of silence between them. The only sound coming from the water running down Hadley's very exposed body. She watched as he began to undress. First his black baseball cap, then the Carhartt shirt. His tattoos flowing with the movement of his muscles. Hadley's heart was pounding. She could feel it in her throat, making it hard to swallow. He walked around the opening of the glass, standing in front of her. The water beginning to splash off his chest. 

Hadley parted her lips to say something. His rough hand coming up to cup the back of her head. His fingers entangled in her brunette locks. In that split second, Hadley didn't care if she was in the shower with her best friend's husband. She wanted him. And by the looks of it, he wanted her just as bad.