And the only thing that could possibly make me feel better was Emma. So maybe she could be my remedy. She could be my anchor and my saving grace.
“You’re absolutely right, Jake,” I told him at last, feeling grateful to him for saying all those things to me. I needed to hear them. “I was so lost in my anger and pain that I didn’t even consider the possibility that Emma could be the key. She could be the one that can make everything better for me.”
A huge smile spread across his face. “That’s my man. So, what are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to try to fix things. I’ll go to her place and explain myself. I will ask her to try again.”
“I wish you a good luck. You’ll need it.”
I knew that. But now I was finally ready to fight for her. No more mistakes or running away. I would make things right this time and give my best to get her back.
Because now I knew. There was no way for me to live my life without her. She was my everything. And I was going to make sure she was happy next to me for the rest of our lives.
Chapter 19
Emma
I was rolling around in my bed, trying for hours to fall asleep, but it was useless. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw Noah, and it was wearing me down. I even called my friends to talk with them, but their questions about last night and the sudden appearance of Noah only made it more difficult for me to forget about him.
Aggravated, I stood up and marched over to my closet. At this point, all that I could do was go out for a walk to clear my mind of him. I threw on some clothes and went over to my vanity to apply some makeup, but there was a loud knock on my door that stopped me in my tracks.
My skin prickled with an unusual awareness and my heart picked up its pace on my way to the front door. I peeped through the peephole, but I couldn’t see anyone.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Noah.” I clamped my hand against my mouth, stifling a sudden gasp, and anger stirred my insides. What the hell did he want now? Wasn’t what he’d done more than enough?
I had no desire to let him in. “Go away, Noah. I don’t want to see you.”
I moved to step away from the door, but his pleading voice stopped me. “Please, Emma. I know that I fucked up. Again. But I need to see you. I need to explain to you—”
“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest, fuming. “You managed to trick me last night, but I won’t be a fool twice.” Tears rushed to my eyes, and I hoped I wouldn’t lose it. “I can’t believe you. After everything, you think you can play me like a toy. Do you respect me so little?”
I could hear his dissatisfied grunt on the other side of the door. “It’s not like that. It’s not like that at all. Jesus, you don’t know how special you are to me. I want to protect you, not play you!”
“I don’t care, Noah! Go away or I’ll call the cops.”
“Please, baby. Please.” His voice was becoming more and more whiny, and to my surprise, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. “I understand that you don’t want to see me, and you have the right. I just want a chance for me to explain myself. If you still don’t want to be with me after that, I’ll leave and never see you again. Just please. Just a couple of minutes.”
His voice sounded so hurt, tugging at my heartstrings. He was awful and didn’t deserve me, but no matter how angry I was, I didn’t want to see him hurt.
“Alright. I’ll listen to you, but I don’t promise you anything. Okay?”
“Okay. Yes. Anything you say.”
I let him in, stepping aside so he could pass. A twirl of pain coursed through my chest when I saw his red eyes, as if he was on the verge of crying.
“Thank you for letting me in,” he said, a smile of gratitude spreading over his face.
I crossed my arms across my chest, maintaining the distance between us. “Yes, well. You better give me a really good explanation.”
“Right.” He followed me to my living room and sat down on the couch.
I took a seat on the armchair across from him, too anxious about what he might say. What was there to say? He left me without a word again, so I highly doubted he could say anything that would make me understand him and forgive him.
The silence between us stretched, and I was starting to get frustrated that he wasn’t saying anything.
“Well? Are you going to talk, or are we just going to sit like this?” It seemed that the edge in my voice was an incentive enough for him to start talking.
He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Things have been pretty hard for me lately. And not just lately, actually. They were hard ever since I joined the army.”
“You don’t say.” I couldn’t prevent the bitterness in me, but I regretted it when I saw the pain flash in his eyes.
“Back then, I really wanted to follow my father’s footsteps. Even though you and my mother were against it, I had to join the army. My mother even tried her hardest to convince me to stay because of my father who died while on duty, but I couldn’t be convinced.”
He hung his head low, defeat visible on his face.
“I was so stupid and selfish, and I didn’t think about our plans. I left without actually considering how hard it would be for you, and for that I have no justification. If there is anything I regret in this life, that’s that.”
“Okay, you left for the army. I can somehow understand that you wanted to follow your dreams, but what I don’t understand at all is why you stopped communicating with me. You didn’t send me even one letter. Even one, Noah. That… That pretty much destroyed me. I wasn’t the same person after that.”
He closed his eyes, tightening his jaw, his body visibly trembling. My chest ached so much seeing him like this. I had never seen him like this before. So… Fragile.
“I know.” He opened his eyes and met my gaze. “I still keep your last letter. That letter… You have no idea how bad I felt after I read it. It just messed me up and I couldn’t sleep for days…”
I glanced away, wanting to shout “Then why didn’t you respond to me?”, but I managed to keep my cool.
“Believe me, our breakup was pretty hard for me too,” he assured me. “But after my first combat, I started to experience some issues that completely changed me.”
“What issues?”
I could see it was hard for him to keep our eye contact. “I started to experience PTSD.”
My eyes widened. “PTSD?”
“Yes.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. I started having nightmares and often couldn’t sleep for days or more. Then the anger issues began. I felt so angry that I couldn’t control it. I would lash out and hurt terribly anyone that was near me. Once, I hurt one of the nurses after she patched my wounds because they told me one of the comrades from my unit died. I became furious, seeing red, and then… Then I hit her.”
“Oh God, Noah.”
He half-smiled, but it was a picture of sadness. “I felt horrible for hurting her, and that was when I realized. I’m a danger to others. I’m a danger to you. That was why I had to stay away from you and end things. I was so afraid I would hurt you, that I had to do anything—even suffer—to keep you safe.”
At first, I didn’t know what to say, taken aback by his confession. “So, you want to say that we broke up because you were scared for me?”
“Exactly. I didn’t trust myself to be stable next to you, and I didn’t want to hurt you like that nurse.” He let out a raspy sigh. “You don’t know how hard that is, Emma. How hard it is to lash out without being able to stop. Combine that with the never-ending stress, anxiety, nightmares, and fears, and you get a recipe for my life after I went to the army.”
I looked at his leg, having noticed that he was limping while walking. “Did you come back home because of your leg?” I motioned at it.
“Yes. I suffered a gunshot wound, and it healed in the meantime, but I couldn’t stay in the army anymore. Not that I would be much useful to them with PTSD. The more I
stayed there, the stronger were the symptoms, and I couldn’t handle it. I even had a therapist there, but the symptoms persisted.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. I… I had no idea.”
“Don’t worry about it. No one knows until they experience it. Even I didn’t know, hell bent on joining the military and being like my father, without stopping to think even for a second what I would sacrifice. What I would lose. You’re young and foolish, and all you think about is serving your country, but you don’t count that the horrors you’ll be seeing each day will cripple you. They will turn you into a defective being. You’re losing your friends out there and yourself. It’s the fate worse than anything.”
He looked too pale, a lone tear escaping his eye and sliding down his cheek. It was too awful seeing him like this—this defeated person who looked like he wouldn’t ever be happy again.
It had never even crossed my mind that Noah would suffer this much in the army. I never stopped to think about his life there from this perspective, saddened that he had to experience all those horrors. I could see that he wasn’t alright even now, when he was away from it, and for the first time, I wished I had been there for him. I wished I was there to offer him comfort and assure him that everything was going to be alright.
“When I returned home,” he continued. “I was ready to continue my life without you. I wasn’t even planning to see you again, knowing very well that I was an asshole for hurting you seven years ago. But then I saw you at the bar, and everything changed. Just like that. I immediately knew you were the one for me, but I was too afraid to admit it to myself.”
My own tears started, a wave of love toward Noah overwhelming me. He was suffering so much during those seven years, and it was all because of his stupid notion that he needed to protect me. I was rendered speechless, the walls that I had built up against him starting to come down.
“But I couldn’t fight it anymore. I couldn’t resist you. By the time I approached you, I was unable to contain my need to be with you and show you just how much I care about you.”
He stood up and knelt in front of me, taking my hands into his. His lovely scent washed over me, and it was irresistible.
“But what about this morning? Why did you leave?”
“Because I had a nightmare in which I accidentally hurt you. It reminded me that I can’t be that selfish and start relationship with you when I’m not good for you.”
“Oh, Noah.” I cupped his cheeks. “You’re an idiot. How do you know that? How do you know for sure that you would hurt me at some point? You don’t know, and while I understand how serious your issue is, I don’t want you to cut me out of your life without even giving us a chance.”
He placed his hands over mine, smiling so softly at me. “Now, I know that. I finally figured out that you’re the only person who can help me. With you, I can only be better.” He placed his forehead against mine. “Jesus, Emma. I love you so much, and all I want is to make you happy. I’m so sorry for everything. So terribly sorry.”
I returned his smile. “I forgive you. Even though it was wrong, you did all that to protect me, but no more pushing me away, okay? From now on, we’re talking about everything and working on resolving issues together.”
There was no way to explain properly the expression of pure happiness on his face. “Thank you!” He kissed my forehead, his eyes filled with tears. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. You’re amazing.” He kissed my nose. “You’re the most amazing girl, and I love you so much.”
His lips ended on mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, needing him flush against me. I moved from the armchair and straddled him on the floor, beside myself with joy.
“I love you too, Noah. I think I never actually stopped loving you. I tried to and I thought I had, but that was all a lie.”
His arms tightened around me, his lips giving me the most loving kiss ever. I was in heaven, feeling like the missing puzzles of my life were in their place at last.
“So, do you want to be my girlfriend again?”
“You don’t even have to ask me that. Of course, I want.”
I kissed him again, but this time our kiss deepened and grew heated, our bodies grinding against each other.
My pussy was throbbing rapidly, the friction of his cock against my core creating the most amazing sensations in me. I was impatient, my hands working fast as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it up and over his head before I flung it away. His hands were moving in a frenzy too, taking off my blouse and bra and leaving my upper body naked.
“Sweet, sweet Emma. You’ve always been the most beautiful girl for me.” His eyes were glued to my breasts, lust in them too potent.
“But I’m sure there are many prettier girls out there.”
“But I don’t give a fuck about them. You’ve always been the only girl that attracted me this much. No one can compare to you.”
He cupped my breasts and stroked them slowly, his lips making a journey from my neck and shoulder to my nipple.
“Look at you,” he muttered above my hard nub. “So perfect.” I moaned when his lips wrapped around it and sucked at it, making me wet. His hand went down my stomach and into my jeans, finding my swollen clitoris right away. “And so wet. Fuck. I can never get enough of you.”
He moved us so that I was lying on the floor with him hovering above me. He unzipped my jeans and helped me get rid of them and did the same to his. A few seconds later, our fully naked bodies entangled, our lips fused together in a passionate kiss that rocked my world.
“Fuck me, honey,” I begged him, my voice hoarse, and wound my legs around his waist. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”
Not wasting a moment, his dick penetrated me, reaching deep inside of me in one powerful thrust.
“Ah, yes! So good!” I arched my back, taking all of him. “It feels amazing.”
He supported himself against his elbows and started moving, fucking me quickly. “Ah, babe. You’re so tight and wet, and it’s the best feeling ever.”
He held my gaze as he pumped into me, his eyes so dark that I was losing myself in them. He was so handsome.
My pleasure was reaching the bursting point fast, each nerve in me strung with the impeding climax. I was going to come any second…
“Yes. Come on my cock. Now.”
With that, I burst into thousand pieces, an overwhelming pleasure drowning me. He didn’t stop even for a second, fucking me even harder now, and I couldn’t stop screaming. It was too good!
“I’m going to cum deep inside of you. I’m going to fill your sweet little pussy with my seed.”
“Yes. Fill my pussy. Please.”
His lips connected with mine as he increased his tempo, and then we came at the same time, calling each other’s names in rapture.
And I never felt happier than now.
“I love you,” he told me, his gaze amorous.
“I love you too. And I can’t wait to see what the future will bring us.”
This time, I was sure that we could handle anything, united more than ever.
Epilogue
A few months later
Noah
I was on my way back to my place, carrying a bouquet of roses and a little surprise for Emma. She had moved in with me a month ago, and I couldn’t be happier to have her back by my side always.
Each day brought more joy and love as we got to know each other again, but this time there was nothing more that I wanted than to make our relationship work. She was helping me a lot with my PTSD, always there to comfort me after a nightmare or help me fall asleep when I had trouble sleeping.
Even the anger subsided in time, and I didn’t have outbursts as frequent as I had before. Contrary to what I had feared before, I didn’t lash out on her or put her in any imminent danger. I was getting much better.
Emma was my anchor and my biggest support, which was giving me the strength to keep fighting against the monster in me. She helped me believe that I would be able to
get rid of it one day, and I was sure that with her by my side, I would conquer anything.
Feeling a little nervous about what was about to transpire, I entered our place and searched for her.
“Emma?”
“I’m in the kitchen!”
I smiled when I saw her next to the kitchen island as she prepared vegetables for cooking. My chest warmed at the sight of my beautiful girl. I felt so proud of her.
She raised her head to meet my gaze, and a smile broke out on her face when she saw the roses. “Oh Gosh, Noah! You didn’t have to!”
She put the knife and the potato down and rushed to meet me, opening her arms wide for an embrace.
“Hey, easy!” I said when she pulled me into a tight hug, chuckling. I returned her hug with one arm and kissed her, missing the feel of her velvety lips.
“Thank you, honey. You’re so sweet.” She took the flowers, looking at them like they were the best gift ever. She sniffed them, the gentle expression on her face touching and heartwarming.
It never failed to surprise me just how humble she was. She was beyond happy even with the smallest things, and I was glad that I was able to put a smile on her face. She was perfect.
“But what is the reason for the roses?” she asked when she put them in the vase.
I came from behind her and snaked my arms around her waist, bringing my lips to her neck. She smelled exquisitely, awaking my cock that grew fully rigid in two seconds flat.
“Do I need a reason?”
“You don’t, but you look a bit weird. What’s going on?”
I let out a chuckle, surprised with how well she could read me. I took a step and pulled her around to face me, my face turning serious. “You’re right. There is a reason, apart from wanting to make the most beautiful woman happy.”
My heart was pounding hard and fast, and my palms actually started sweating. Wow. I hadn’t felt this nervous since the day I asked her out for the first time.
“You’re scaring me a bit. Is everything okay?”
I cupped her cheek, smiling at her. “Yeah. Everything is okay. The thing is, I’ve been thinking about something for days.”
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