May was an ordinary teenager when she met Thomas. They were on the last year of high school when they both decided to go live together. He almost proposed to her but little did they know that living together caused a lot of problems they had to face...
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It was almost midnight when I finished my little talk with Tommy. I missed his muffled voice so much it hurt. It's crazy how you don't realize the importance of someone until you face her or—him again.
"Who was it?" James came closer to me.
"No one, my mom wanted to know what hour she had to be at our place tomorrow for the anniversary, you know to keep an eye on June" I faked a smile. Once again.
How dumb must this man be not to realize something like this?
I never felt so alone as in this moment. I would have felt alone even if I found myself surrounded by a crowd.
He slowly put both of his hands on my waist and leaned in pecking my lips. I looked up at the ceiling so he slowly pushed me against the wall.
I knew what was coming next.
"James"
"May babes" he pecked my neck softly.
"We should stop, June may wake up" I looked up feeling nothing but—numb.
"It's our anniversary. We shouldn't stop" he glanced at me. It was like he perfectly knew what was happening. I could feel him judge me.
"I am on my period, Jay. I am sorry" I leaned in and slowly kissed his lips softly.
It was a pure and chaste kiss, something that had absolutely no sex meaning. Something that could easily be shared between two friends. He didn't even glance at me. He didn't say anything. He grabbed his car keys and left.
I could not feel his hands on me, not anymore. Especially not after tonight. I could not let my husband touch me not when I wanted him so badly. Not when all I wanted was to feel Thomas' heat on my body, not when I all I wanted was hearing him moan my name softly. I could not fake anymore. I simply couldn't. And I didn't so I slowly stopped feeling guilty for what I didn't do.
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I slowly opened June's room door. I sat down on her bed and started caressing her head softly until she yawned, opening her eyes softly after rubbing them.
"I am sorry baby girl, go back to sleep" I whispered.
"Why you crying mommy?" She sit up and looked at me concerned.
She was so beautiful and had the same expression of his father printed on her face, the same exact expression that made me fall in love seven years before. I loved my daughter, I really did but I had to understand that I could love her even if I didn't love his father anymore.
"I am not crying June" I said smiling.
"Mom? I am a little shy but there's something I need to tell you" she blushed.
"Let me guess. Newton?" I started tickling her.
She laughed and covered her face with her pillow.
"I really like him mommy, who knows if he likes me." Oh baby, he does. And I wonder the same exact question about his father.
"It's a good thing that we'll find out this Saturday because we are going to see them—I mean, him" my daughter smiled widely and hugged me tightly then simply whispered. "Thanks mom."
Then she continued and said something that made me more aware of my feelings. "You deserve to be happy, mommy and to smile. You are beautiful when you smile" I didn't say anything, I just hugged her tighter.
