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Mostly though,

I missed Brandon

I knohat Mrs Stewart told me; knew that I was just another notch on his bedpost, and story he ht tell someone over beers at a bar If he remembered me at all in a few years That’s what Melanie had said It burned because every night I felt his ed into my own, felt his cock—thick and warm—deep inside of me

I yearned for him like I ached for a vanished part of my soul

I parked at my complex, hopped out of the car, and waddled slowly up to the elevator in hed and put my hands on my belly I did that a lot; that instinctive need to protect the life growing inside of me Even if I’d lost my best friend and the love of my life, at least I had a part of Brandon with me always I cared for hiain

I understood that, but I still hated it

Burned for what I wished I had

Opening the door to my apart room Inside were sprays of roses, tulips, and carnations—explosions of color and petals in every corner of the room The sweet smell of floafted up and tickledthe path toso hard that I thought I’d collapse

He was there

Brandon was there looking as gorgeous as ever in dark slacks, a red silk shirt, and a hint of stubble He was on his knees and in his hand, was a s box I didn’t have to be able to read the label to know that it was from Tiffany’s

I just wanted to cry

“You’re here”

He nodded “Melanie let the cat out of the bag because she’s a spiteful bitch”

Despite everything, even though I was still hesitating by the doorway, it was as if he were an illusion or awould disappear and fade away around me I couldn’t bear it

“I’ me, and I didn’t want to seem like a stalker or like I couldn’t respect your space Then Melanie shared exactly the bullshit she told you and I was pissed” He coughed and opened the box, an enorlier, I want you in my life, no matter what I need to have you by ether”