Chapter 1: Coincidental meeting
One minute I’m driving aimlessly as tears blur my vision. The next I’m screaming into the void of my parked car in the middle of a dark empty lot. I collapse sobbing over my steering wheel unsure how I got here.
Time passes as I now sit in silence pushing away the memories and thoughts of my past which led me to my emotional state.
Willow: Breathe.... just breathe...
Just when I begin to calm, I am suddenly startled by a tapping on my driver's side window. I jump at the realization someone is standing staring in at me.
He says something, but his voice is muffled.
I regain my composure and roll down my window to come face-to-face with the most gorgeous man alive with his inviting smile and gentle gold eyes. The five o’clock shadow brings his masculine jawline to life while his dark brown wavy hair flows perfectly like he just stepped onto a movie set.
Liam: Are you ok?
He asks with great concern. Towering over my car with his head bent down to look at me.
Willow: Uh.. yeah, I’ll be fine.
I wipe my face in the sleeve of my hoodie with embarrassment.
Liam: You here for the meeting? First time is sometimes the most difficult.
Liam: The Grief Meeting?
He asked with confusion.
Willow: Oh. Uh, no I......
Liam: Are you sure your ok?
I let out a nervous fake laugh, then reach to turn the key still in the ignition.
Willow: Yes..no... I should go..
Liam: Please don’t. As a firefighter I cannot possibly have it on my good conscience to allow you to drive in your state.
His voice is low and sensual creating tingles throughout my body. I look into his eyes and he seems genuinely concerned.
Liam: I’m Liam.
He holds out his hand that had been leaning on the door.
Willow: I'm Willow.
I hesitantly reach for his hand with mine. When our fingers touch electricity sparked, sending the already present tingles into hyperdrive. I shiver as moistness gathers in my core.
Liam: The meeting is not for another 30 minutes, but they’ll already be setting up so I could steal us a couple coffees and we could just talk. Just until you can drive home or if you decide to join the meeting.
Liam: How far do you live?
Studying his handsome face I mumble incoherently.
Willow: Not far
When she turned to face me flipping her long wavy black her to one side her beautiful pale moonlit skin took my breath away. Though her eyes were red and moist, still full of tears, the blue color lit up like a clear blue sky sending a wave of lust through me.
It was dark, but her beauty shined. When our hands touched I was taken aback by the literal physical spark. Something you only ever see in fucking romance movies. Yet, here it was happening to me of all people. Real life fucking sparks from the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.
I felt like a teenager asking a girl to dance and was beside myself when she actually agreed to go with me.
She stood with the top of her head meeting perfectly under my chin, and though she was hiding half of herself in a hoodie, I could tell as I placed my hand on her lower back how perfectly proportioned she was.
The way she swayed her hips beneath my touch while we walked made me think how perfect she would be up against a wall legs wrapped around my hips as I wall fuck her.