Chapter one.

May “The Beginning of the End”

               When we got to his apartment on the outskirts of Peavey he was fumbling with his keys trying to unlock the heavy fire door. When he finally got it open I swiped his keys and ran inside the dark but familiar place that smelt like sweet vanilla. He chased me inside and tackled me on the hand-me-down leather couch.

“Would you give my keys back?” he said.

I smiled and shook my head. “Kiss me first.”

His lips touched mine and fireworks were sent flying through the dark living room. I giggled softly as the kiss ended and held out his keys on the palm of my hand. He grabbed them and got up off the couch to let his Retriever, Aaron, outside.

“Are you stayin’ tonight?” He asked from his place in the doorway from the living room to the kitchen.

“Yeah, mom knows where I am…I call shower first!”

He walked back over to the couch and grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear. “Come ‘ere.”

I stood up and followed him through his bedroom to the master bathroom.

“Let’s be fair ‘n share.” He kissed the corner of my mouth and flicked the fluorescent light off.

               Beep. Beep. Beep. The alarm clock was buzzing but neither of us was ready to venture out of bed on a May school day morning.  

               “Come on babe, if we don’t leave in twenty minutes, we aren’t gonna make it,” I said sweetly but urgently.

I rolled out of bed and walked to the dresser where half of my wardrobe was. I picked out a simple sweatshirt and jeans and changed while Nate cussed about the broken coffee pot in the kitchen.

I went to the bathroom where I fixed up my hair and make-up before I groggily shuffled my feet across the chilled slate flooring to get my thermos full of hot coffee from Nate. I laid back down on the couch and waited for him to get ready to leave.

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