She's With Me

2

There's nothing better than an early morning walk in the park. I've always enjoyed it with Poppy by my side. Since I landed in Tennessee late last night, my heart's been aching for her. She completes me, and nothing or no one can make me feel the same.

"Watch where you're going!" Someone bumps into me, and my head flicks forward, as I topple over a bicycle.

"Fuck," I squint my eyes, and notice a man beside me, his helmet almost falling off of his head.

"Are you okay?" He reaches for my hand and pulls me up. My side hurts like a bitch.

"I'm not sure," I flinch, as he leads me over to a nearby bench. When I get a good look at his face, I'm caught off-guard. What's he doing here?

"I think I sprained a rib," he laughs, when he plops down beside me. His bicycle is leaning against the bench, and I remove my sunglasses from my eyes. At least they didn't get broken, because Poppy would kill me. Not literally. But it's actually hers.

"I'm sorry. I should have watched where I'm going," I look at him in awe. He looks exactly like his facebook photos, sporting blonde highlights and a groomed beard.

The pain endured is slowly easing, and I can see him holding his palm against his abdomen.

"Nah, it's okay. I should've been more focused. I'm Elijah," he stretches his hand out and I take it. His hands are small, including his eyes. And that smile is unforgettable.

"Scarlet," I reach for my phone inside of my coat pocket, when I hear a notification message. It's a text from Poppy.

Have a great day today, baby. I love you so much xx

The flutters that invades my chest makes me close my eyes for a moment, "your boyfriend?" I look up at him and shake my head.

"No. I should get going. Probably should've taken a car, instead of this walk," he smiles and gets up with me.

"It was nice meeting you, Scarlet," he waves and grabs his bike. I press my lips together and turn away. He'll be seeing more of me, for sure.

Did you have breakfast?

I could never get by without her. I check the time and notice that I have about an hour to spare. The boss doesn't have to be early, right? Well, I prefer to be. But my wife says that I need breakfast, and who am I to not oblige?

No, but I'm heading to a cafe now. Be right back. I need to focus on walking.

There's a little coffee shop nearby to the park. I head in, and grab a seat by the window. It's so refreshing to be in such a simple environment. For the past few months, Poppy and I have been touring England, and she even picked up a British accent for a bit, but it's died down already.

We're both originally from Chicago. It's actually the same place where we met. I'd just moved back from England, and she was living on the streets. I still remember the exact time that we met, probably even counted down to seconds. The distress on her face didn't catch anyone's attention but mine, or that's what I like to believe.

And I never usually stop to take a look at someone on the roadside, but it was difficult to just walk by. Those beautiful, brown eyes riled me in then, and everyday since.

"Goodmorning, what can I get you?" The barista asks politely. I've never been a heavy eater, but I do need something to fill my stomach, to get me ready for a very long day.

You better eat more than 2,000 calories today!

And the woman speaks, "can I get the breakfast combo?"

"Sure, hun. How would you like your eggs done?"

"Scrambled. And a black coffee."

"So the breakfast combo. The eggs scrambled and black coffee? That'll be all?" I nod and she walks over to the counter, handing another barista the order to send in to the kitchen.

I wish I could be eating you.

I bite down on my bottom lip, as I send her this text. We're a very sexual active couple, and even though it'll be a month before she gets here, I'm definitely visiting her on the weekends when I can.

You ate enough of me before you left! My pussy's still numb.

This makes me smile brightly. I love taking care of her, emotionally and sexually. It's one of the best feelings in the world to have her shuddering against my lips.

But I'm still hungry for you.

When you get home tonight, I want you to touch yourself thinking about this...

A picture pops up on my screen, and my phone nearly falls out of my hand. Fuck. I don't think that I'll be able to go into work without looking like a red balloon.

I'll be thinking of you all day now!

I tilt my head, as I admire the curves of my wife's sexy body. I love it when she sends me sexy pictures, especially when they're nudes. She's the most gorgeous woman to ever walk the planet, to me at least.

Good. Have fun at work, baby. I'm getting ready to head to yoga. Love you xx

I sigh and purse my lips.

Love you too.

"Here's your coffee, ma'am," the barista places it in front of me and walks away. I clasp my hands and inhale the scent of the freshly brewed coffee. There's a lot surrounding my mind, and it mostly has to do with Elijah. If only I can get him to notice me, maybe he'll even become fond of me. He seems pretty friendly, and pleasant. Hopefully, he doesn't mind having me in his life when my plans are executed.