3. Brody

I’m not prepared to wake up alone. Finding her side of the bed long gone and cold is a bit of a surprise to say the least. I want her again. I dreamed of the sounds she’d make early in the morning. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her. Fuck, I can’t wait to hear her cry out as her nails scraped down my back. There’s no better way to start a morning than a good hard fuck. But the house is empty.

She didn’t even leave me a note, my wild Rose.

That realization makes me laugh as I shake my head and pour myself a cup of coffee. She must’ve left before the sun was even up. I remember her asking if she could stay last night and I wonder if she’s been kicked out before and didn’t want to go through that again.

That’s the first sign of unease I feel, but I shake it off, feeling confident that I’ll see her again at the bar tonight.

It was a wild night and missing her only makes me want her more. Just like the red dress at the bar, she knew what she was doing. Playing hard to get.

I thoughtshe was toying with me. I was so damn certain I’d see her again.

I only went to that bar to look for her. I only stayed in that town an extra week, waiting for her. Every day that passed, the disappointment grew deeper. I decided one day we’d meet again, and I’d make her ass pay for not saying good bye. I got a lot wrong in my life, but I’ve never been so grateful that I was right about running into Rose again. Even if it was four years later, in another town.

Even if she’d kept something from me that changed everything.

I thoughtI had life all figured out… and then she kissed me.