The Real Fling
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With his hands shoved into his pockets, Trevor wished he had worn a heavier jacket. Claire's words echoed in his head. He felt terrible that Samantha had interpreted his actions as being unfaithful. He had known that her previous marriage had hurt her deeply but had no idea how his words had ripped that wound open.
Trevor looked up and stopped. Ahead of him, with her hand on the glass window of a display, Samantha was watching a television. Even from half a block away, he could tell it was her. Only Samantha could look so vulnerable and strong at once. Trevor's strides broke into a run. "Samantha, wait."
I turned when I heard my name. Was I hallucinating? Had I drank that much? Trevor was running towards me. He caught me in his arms and pulled me to his chest. I could smell his cologne mixed with scotch and his own scent. "Trevor," I breathed out. "I'm sorry. I was wrong." My hands reached up to touch his face.
"Babe, no, I'm sorry. I had no idea that you thought what you thought." Trevor shook his head. "Damn, I am making no sense."
Samantha laughed softly as tears welled up in her eyes, "You make perfect sense to me. Thank you for the photos. You made us look so beautiful."
"Samantha, I've told you before. I just show what is there. Please can we try this again?" He murmured into my hair taking deep breaths as his hands slipped around my waist to my back to pull us closer.
I nodded yes and his mouth descended on mine. Trevor's lips and tongue assaulted mine and I arched my back to get closer to him. His hands traveled up and down my back. As his mouth moved to my neck, one of his hands caressed my breast and brushed against my nipple. I gasped sharply and began to rock my pelvis against his leg. "Oh, god, Samantha, I missed you so much," Trevor groaned into my mouth.
A car horn honked loudly. Panting, we both looked up. "Get a room," hooted the driver, laughing as he drove away.
Trevor leaned his forehead into mine, our bodies still touching. We smiled at one another. "I think that is a fabulous idea," Trevor chuckled. He took my hand in his and we made the short walk to his loft together.
THE END
Acknowledgements
Many thanks to my husband and my children who have made my life complete and provided me with more funny moments in life than I ever knew were possible. Thank you to my many friends who were willing to read my first drafts and provided valuable advice and guidance. Writing about Samantha and Trevor started as a writing exercise and then developed into a full-fledged story. I am so grateful for the time and experience I have spent developing and building Samantha and Trevor's story. Although The Real Fling is a completely fictional account, the emotions of love, hurt and trust are very real in all of our lives. I look forward to exploring these emotions and how the shape our lives in future novels.
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