This is it. He watched Mel enter their apartment – now his apartment – for the final time, her long wavy blonde hair hanging in her face. She tucked the rogue strand behind her ear and leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen and watched him drum his fingertips against the Formica countertop.
“All packed up,” she murmured. “Just came back to give you this,” she placed a single key on the table between them. Seeing the key on the table brought back the memory of when he had asked her to move in. They’d been seeing each other for eight months, and he was absolutely devoted to her. The first year had gone smoothly; he adored her physical perfection and her voracious sexual appetite. It hadn’t been easy to bed her at first, and she made him work for her affections. But his work was well rewarded, and the first night in bed together was a full twelve-hour orgasmic experience, and something he still thought back to while alone.
The second year had been more tumultuous, her vanity and his jealousy had led to them both cheating on each other. First him in a fit of envious rage, and then her own transgression which humiliated him in front of his coworkers. He heard her voice and ripped his gaze from the key to her face – her blue eyes were staring at him expectantly. She’d said something and was waiting for him to respond. “I didn’t hear you, what?” he sighed as apologetically as he could muster – a tone which fell flat as soon as he spoke.
She shifted and pointed to the key, “That’s the only key, Brian. I’m going to go now.”
“Coffee? It’s still early.” He remembered her as a near zombie in the morning without it, briefly wondering how she could be so upright at this ungodly hour.
She smirked, the action held very little warmth, and it frustrated him. She sauntered into the kitchen, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she poured a cup for herself. She had turned so vain and shallow over the last year – he barely recognized her. Hell, he barely recognized himself. He shook the thoughts from his head, knowing they wouldn’t do him any good at this point.
He reached into the refrigerator and handed her the creamer before she could ask, her fingertips brushing his when she accepted it. He cleared his throat and stepped back, leaning against the counter. “Weird how some things don’t change,” he mused, mostly to himself.
She cocked her head in question as she took a sip of the coffee, leaving the creamer next to the coffee machine as usual. It didn’t annoy him as much as it normally did, though.
“Our old morning routine. You would try to brew coffee; it wouldn’t work. I would come in and brew it before you push me aside to pour the first cup while I grab your creamer. You’d leave it next to the coffee machine and grab yourself a grapefruit.”
“Do you have any?” her voice was filled with a soft humor.
He shook his head, running a hand through his short brown hair, his eyes sweeping down her sports bra and shorts. Damn, she looked really good. He was pretty sure she’d taken up Pilates or something, although he’d made it a point to avoid knowing what she got up to the last few months.
He wished he could take back the last year, reset it back to when he could be the only one to run his hand into her hair, situate himself between her legs make her scream and tremble in pleasure. His humiliation over her public display was a wound he wasn’t ready to let go of though – so he let go of her.
Mel set the cup in the sink and strode to the door, throwing the comment over her shoulder casually, but it hit him like a punch, “Let Michelle know my side of the bed is officially hers.”
“Let the guys know I won’t interfere with your cock-sucking next time,” he shot back, closing the space between them in a few steps. His sudden movement pressing her back to the wall. He didn’t know what possessed him in that moment, but he pressed his lips to hers. It wasn’t the sweet, lingering kiss of the past. It was an intense, rage-filled, almost desperate moment of intimacy. He fully expected to be slapped, but he felt her teeth tug around his bottom lip. She’d done that before when she was intensely aroused, but it had never been that aggressive.
Brian reached up into her hair and pulled her lips from his, determined to keep control this time. His other hand pushed her by the shoulder until she sank to her knees in front of him. Mel’s ice blue eyes were hungry with lust. Fuck, was she just as horny for this as he was? Brian didn’t waste time and pushed his pants from his hips, letting them fall to his knees, his hard cock springing to attention and straining toward her face. “Suck,” he ordered, his voice low.