His Girl

Sometimes

I knocked on the door, my stomach jumping with excitement. Breaker opened it, he was more serious than I expected. The atmosphere was heavy. I forced a smile.

"Chanel, this is my mom Lorraine."

"Hi!" She grabbed my hand with both of hers. She smiled widely. Bill says, the more we go through, the deeper our eyes get, and her eyes were the deepest I'd ever seen. She was very thin, her blonde hair split at the ends.

The apartment looked clean but rather empty. Cold. It had a a few pieces of furniture. The basics. Something smelled appetizing. Breaker pulled the oven open and used a towel to retrieve a baking pot.

"Can I help?" I let go of Lorraine to assist him.

"Put it on top, watch the counter," she said. His eyebrows scrunched together. I could sense the tension, it made my knees weak with nerves.

"I got it," he snipped.

"It looks really good." He peeled back the foil exposing perfectly cooked chicken and potatoes.

"It's the only thing I know how to make." He raised one eyebrow. I giggled and patted his arm.

"Adam, we should have bread to go with it." His eyes closed as she spoke. My heart beat faster.

"I don't really like bread," I said and shrugged.

"Me either," she said. I saw his eyes roll. Ugh.

We sat at the table, it was far too quiet. I was happy to meet his mom and see his new place but he didn't seem happy. He'd invited her to live there with him but Daryl was forbidden so she declined. He couldn't understand it. Neither could I. It was painful watching him splinter from his mom.

In addition to his businesses, Bill owned several rental properties and rented a unit to Breaker. Of course, I wasn't allowed to stay over...technically.

Once we were full, he opened a deck of cards.

"I'll keep score," she said.

"No, mom."

"Why?" I asked. It seemed harsh.

"She cheats." He looked at her. She tried to hide her face but I saw a smirk.

"Do you cheat, Lorraine?"

"I'm just not as good at math as he is. That's all." I laughed, she was clearly lying.

"He's good at math?"

"You had math with me!"

"I know, that's why I'm surprised," I said. That set Lorraine off laughing hard. His eyes darted around, looking for something to throw at me. Oh no, he focused on the damp dish towel.

"No!" I jumped to my feet. He was after me, snapping the material at me.

"You be nice, Adam!"

He cornered me in the hallway, out of sight. I tried to beg him not to do it but I couldn't stop laughing. He grabbed my side and tickled until I screamed. When he let up, he leaned in and touched his lips to mine. I held onto his arm and tilted my head, our tongues touched. Only for a moment and he pulled back. Our eyes lingered. He put his arm around me and we returned to the table.

"You two are so cute." She had tears in her eyes.

We played a few rounds of cards before she was ready to leave. After we saw her out, we sat on the sofa. He leaned his head back. His eyes were deeper by the day.

"You like the place?" he asked.

"I do. I like anywhere you are." I felt nervous. Even though we had a good evening, it was unstable, emotionally. It was weighing on him.

"She's staying there." The pain in his voice made me choke up. "I won't be there to..." I knew what he meant, to protect her.

"She can come here if she needs to though, right? You've done what you can."

"I just, I felt so much pressure to get her out of there and I finally can." He shrugged. "She doesn't want it."

"I'm sorry." We were quiet for several moments before I noticed something out of place.

"Is that a book?" I asked.

"Huh? No. I don't know." I'd struck a nerve.

"It is." I reached across him to snatch it from the end table. "The Alchemist? Deep for someone who doesn't like reading."

"Required reading for my new job."

"How is this going to help you run Bill's shipping department?"

"I don't know but he said it will. Life's journey, responsibility and purpose. Some crap like that."

"Sounds lame."

"Yeah. I don't know. It's okay, I guess. He says mostly people stay in the mold they were born into but sometimes..." His eyebrows raised and he nodded.

"Sometimes what?"

"Sometimes people change. Rare, but sometimes." His eyes drifted up in thought.

"Sometimes," I echoed. I rested my chin on his shoulder and ran my fingers along his neck.

"Chanel," he groaned. He turned towards me and held my face. My eyelids were heavy with desire, I bit my bottom lip.

"Kiss me," I moaned. I was on his lap instantly, our mouths locked.

"I got a bed today," he whispered. "Wanna see it?"

"Sure, I guess." We were standing up, I smiled coyly. He tickled me and I ran to the room. He chased me until I fell onto the mattress. He was all over me, we tore at each other's clothing.

It was the most alone we'd ever been. The freedom was electrifying. I loved the way he felt on top of me.

"I missed you," he spoke into my mouth as we kissed.

"Me too."

"You sure you want to?" he asked me.

"Breaker."

"Baby." He kissed my ear and my neck.

"You don't have to ask me that every time anymore." I smiled. My hands rubbed his shoulders, my legs tightened around him.

"Oh, you're experienced now?" He smirked at me, his eyes narrowed. "You think you're ready." He teased. I giggled, my hips lifted.

"Yeah," I moaned in his ear. My stomach jumped. I held on tightly to him. Our skin stuck together as we began to sweat. He was breathing heavy. Watching him feel that way was intoxicating. I'd do anything to make him happy. I needed to tell him that over and over in his ear.

We were panting and laying on our backs. He held my hand. It was so subtle but reassuring. He rolled onto his side to face me. I was smiling, my shyness crept in, I couldn't look at him.

"What?" He wrapped a lock of my hair around his finger and let it go playfully.

"What?"

"If I keep it together, you think you might want to stay with me? Like, for life?" he asked. I rolled over to face him too.

I nodded. It's all I wanted, but it was loaded. If he kept it together. If he maintained his job, paid rent, didn't go back to Loke's, learned to let go of his mom and finished school. If he didn't get upset about his dad and lose his temper, end up back in jail. My eyes welled up, it was like a ton of weight on my chest. Still, I couldn't see life without him. Not a life worth living. As sure as I was breathing and my heart was beating, I was his girl.

"You thinking you're gonna keep it all together?"

He sighed and rubbed his eyes before scooting closer. He wrapped me up in his arms, "Yeah, sometimes."

I smiled and closed my eyes. Sometimes was all I needed.

The End