20 February 2013
I stared outside the front window, my mind blank.
“Meg?” his husky voice repeated. “Are you there?”
I abruptly zoned back into the tiring conversation that I was having on my phone as I turned away from the window. “No.” “What?” “You broke my heart on more than one occasion. So, no,” I concluded.
The line became completely silent, and I impatiently waited for him to respond.
“I’m sorry that I’m such a fuck up, Meg. I really-” “Greg, stop. I loved you once but not anymore,” I stated firmly.
The line silenced once again and I imagined him balling up his lovely hands in frustration because he was unable to obtain what he wanted.
“I see,” he said quietly. “And there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”
I looked at Emma, who sat patiently on the couch, watching me carefully. I smiled at her but her worrisome stare didn’t lessen. I walked over to her, stood in front of her, and reached out with my free hand to stroke her hair.
“Meg?”
She took hold of my hand and kissed my palm before wrapping her slender arms around my waist and pulling me onto her lap. I squeeled at the surprise.
“Meg, are you okay?”
She began to trail kisses from my cleavage up my neck, and I sighed happily.
“Meg, what the hell are you doing?”
My eyes widened when I realized that I was still on the phone, so I pushed on Emma’s shoulder a bit to hold her sweet affection at bay.
“Huh?” I asked inarticulatedly, looking away from Emma’s angelic face to talk to the devil.
“Are you with someone?” he demanded, his voice rising with every syllable. “That’s none of your business, Greg. I’m not yours anymore. I wasn’t ever yours,” I seethed into the phone.
He sighed, and I imagined him running his hand through his hair.
“I fucked up, Meg,” he admitted. “No fucking duh,” I countered with hatred. “Now fuck off so I can make love to someone that I love.”
I hit “end” and then dropped the phone to the floor.
Emma smiled coyly at me, and then I leaned in to close the space between us.
She Loves Me, He Loves Me Not • Opuss № I