No Love

Chapter 11

You shivered as the cool air ran against your skin.

Your heart pounded, the memories overwhelming your body.

There was nothing you ached for more than his light, tatted arms snaked around your waist, his sweet cologne looming over the both of you as he laid his head in the crook of your neck.

His gentle kisses across your forehead, neck, stomach..

His stunning smile, and his godawful jokes.

You wanted to feel him inside of you, sweat dripping off of your bodies, as he put in work.

You wanted your fingers in his coarse hair, you wanted to hear his low chuckle one last time.

You craved all of this, yet you couldn't manage to swallow your pride and call him.

Your hand brushed against the smooth wall, before discovering the light switch; the chandelier giving the room a soft golden glow.

For the past week, you've been staying with your best friend. Her birthday was coming up in a handful of days, and while she was out at the club, you took it upon yourself to retrieve her present.

You hated yourself for forgetting it at the house.

But more so, you loathed yourself for having dreams about him, thinking about him every minute of the day, when you were attempting to move on.

Even though you tried with all of your might to convince yourself otherwise, you were in love with that man.

You swallowed the knot in your throat, and continued to roam through the silent, soulless house.

You bit into your lip, and drew your eyebrows together.

Where the fuck did you leave that thing?

You stepped into the kitchen,

the fluorescent light brightening up the vast room with the flicking of your fingers.

A gasp escaped your lips, before you clasped your freezing fingers over your mouth.

In the middle of the marble counter, was a glass vase, filled with a large assortment of roses.

You sauntered over to it, fingers trembling as you observed the white card. Your wide eyes traced over the words.

"All I want is you. - From August"

Suddenly, an all too familiar scent infiltrated your nose. Your heart beat against your chest, as

a low voice purred in your ear.

You could feel his warm breath on the side of your neck, his eyes locked on you. "I was hopin' you'd come hea'."