The Choice

The Choice-Chapter Nine

Five years is a long time to wait for revenge. For five long agonizing years I watched my wife suffer over the loss of our son. When she couldn't take it anymore she took her own life, but he is the one who drove her to it. He is the one who took our son from us. He is the one who is to blame, and he is the one who will pay with his own life. But first, I will make him watch the one he loves suffer.

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I couldn't sleep. I could hear Tony tossing and turning on the couch in the living room. Chessy's apartment is a two bedroom, two bathroom. She has the master, and I am in the spare. There is a door to the second bathroom off my room, and also one in the hallway.

After nearly an hour of listening to Tony toss and turn, I switched the bedside light on, and padded in bare feet to the living room. I was wearing only my panties and an over sized t-shirt that reached mid-thigh. I leaned over the back of the couch.

Tony looked up at me with a miserable look in his blue eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"You're driving me bonkers." I said, keeping my voice low. Chessy's door was closed, but I don't want to chance waking her. She had a crying fit before bed, and needs all the sleep she can  get to get through tomorrow.

"How?"

I looked him up and down. The couch was comfortable, but for someone of my size, not his. He  isn't. His feet hang off the end, leaving no support for his broken ankle. "Come on."

"Excuse me?" He's grumpy.

"I've got a king size bed, you can sleep on the other side."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

I rolled my eyes, and pushed the scooter closer to him. "We're both adults. I'm sure we can sleep next to each other in peace. Besides, you aren't really attracted to me, remember. It's all in your head."

He got off the couch and I grabbed his pillows before leading the way to the bedroom. He laid  down on the bed, and I placed the pillows under his bad foot.

"Do you need another pain killer?" I asked.

"No. I just took one."

"Good." I climbed back into bed and shut off the light. Rolling onto my side facing away from him. As I closed my eyes, the only thing I could hear was the sound of his breathing. I could almost hear the sound of his heart beating. This is going to be a long night.

"Thank you." He murmured in the darkness. "That couch was getting harder by the second."

I laughed. "It's not so bad when you're my size." I tried to close my eyes and sleep, but I could  feel his presence behind me. Though there was at least a foot and a half of the mattress between us, I could feel him. My body was reacting to his closeness. My nipples tightened, and I could feel the moisture between my legs. This is going to be a really long night.

Waking up wrapped in the arms of the man is an incredible feeling. Sometime during the night, we had turned to each other. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at his bare chest. My hands rested against his chest. My head was resting on his bicep, tucked close to his chest. His other arm was around my waist.

His chin rested against the top of my head. The most awkward part was that one of my legs was between his. I could feel his...man parts resting against my thigh. Morning wood is an interesting feeling when it's poking you in the stomach.

I wish I could say that we had spent the night making passionate love, but sadly that is not the case. I just spent the night in the arms of a man who won't admit he's really attracted to me because of me. Lovely. This just keeps getting worse.