It's been a long day, my eyes are growing heavy and my mind is focusing on literally anything but my work. My computer chimes and my eyes dart to my inbox. I'm intrigued upon Seeing Brian's name, I click on the message and scan through the contents of the email. "Julia and Kristine, Elliot and I would like to invite you both-," I begin quietly reading under my breath and , one if my eyebrows raises as I continue. "-to a casual dinner event with some members of our office later this evening. I apologize for the late invitation but in appreciation for the hard work you have done we would be very happy to have you join us." I sigh and lean back in my chair, biting my lip and tapping my fingers against my desk. I'm dying to see him. It's been days since we've returned from the wedding and work has kept us both on our toes, unable to coordinate a time to see each other. But, after the weekend Elliot and I had just shared, would our demeanor together give us away? Seeing the pictures of o
"Happy Friday!" Julia cheers sarcastically, dropping yet another stack of files onto my desk. She's just added four more to the six already there. "Delivery for you." "Jesus, Julia, you're killing me here." I drop my head down into my hands and groan. It's been nearly a week since I've been able to see Elliot and , my body aches for him after our last mischievous encounter. Our work schedules have been constantly conflicting, dragging out the feelings each day. My body and mind are exhausted and I'm ready to go home and sleep for an entire weekend. "I just need you to sort these out and make a few calls. I think some of these cases might be sent to some separate law offices, I just need you to figure out which ones go where." Julia directs. "After that, I'll set you free for the weekend." I sigh and rub the corners of my eyes. "I can handle that.," I say, pulling the files in front of me. With a wave of my hand, I shoo Julia out of my office and get started. I separate the files b
I hear Elliot clattering around in the kitchen while I re-dress myself. I braid my hair to the side and it falls down across my chest, lightly brushing against my breast. I stretch and wiggle my toes against the carpet beneath them, regaining my balance before exiting the bedroom. Elliot stands at the kitchen counter cutting up lettuce for a salad, a smile plastered on his face. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him and resting my head against his back. "Hi," he hums, continuing to prepare food. "Hi.," I mutter into the fabric of his shirt. "How was work this week?" "Busy, worked too many odd hours, that's for sure." He groans. I pull away from him and lift myself up onto the counter, holding onto the edge of it and lightly kicking my legs back and forth out in front of me. "Well, thank god it's the weekend. I have no intention of doing anything productive for the next two days." Elliot laughs. "Do you mind if I join you for these unproductive day
I roll over in bed and look at Elliot; he's softly snoring beside me. His brown hair has fallen over his forehead and brushes against his closed eyes. His expression is relaxed, happy almost, as if he's deep in a good dream. I gently brush his hair from his face and kiss his cheek. I smile and slip out of bed, trying not to disturb him. I enter the bathroom and turn on the water, undressing myself while letting it warm up. My reflection in the mirror dissipates as it's clouded with steam. Towels are still nicely folded and stacked on the shelf. Though now his lonely tooth brush had been joined by a spare, the one I'd use when spending the night. I step into the shower and let the warm water run down my body. I close my eyes, holding my face up to the direction of the shower head, my wet hair clings to my face. I sigh and lean against the shower wall. I think about our first time in this shower together, being pressed against the wall, his wet body against mine. I remember the thrill
Elliot and I travel back home, exhausted and sun kissed from our day on the lake. I feel a new level of connection with him. Out there on that boat for hours was peaceful and quiet, it was our own little oasis. Though we've had the time to learn each other's bodies, memorizing every inch and curve of them, we're finally taking the time to learn who each other is as an individual and how we've come together as something much more. It takes me a few minutes to regain my "land legs" as we stumble inside the building, my body still feeling as though it's on the boat, rocking on the waves. We return to the apartment, Elliot unlocks the door and I enter his bedroom, dying to get out of the cold, damp swimsuit that clings to my body. I begin to undress, stepping out of my swimsuit, dropping it down to my feet, wincing and sucking in a sharp breath of air as I do. I look down and notice defined burn lines on my chest.I tie my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head and look down once
I place a cup of coffee on Julia's desk and collapse into the chair across from her, letting out a deep breath. "Long weekend?" she questions, bringing the coffee to her lips. "Perfect weekend. I didn't want it to end." I smile, thinking back to my time with Elliot. My boyfriend. "Oh?" Julia raises an eyebrow at me. I nod. "You remember that date I mentioned that I had brought to the wedding?" "Mhm? But I thought you said- –no insisted- –that they were just a friend," Julia hums, placing her coffee down. She leans forward, positioning her elbows on her desk, lacing her fingers together, and resting her chin on her hands. "Well... we're officially together. We've known each other for a couple of months now as... friends. And now-–" I grin, feeling like a school girl talking about her first crush. Julia squeals, she covers her mouth in embarrassment and peeks out of her office door. No one else has seemed to notice, unphased by her excitement. "Kris, that's amazing," she says i
I rest my hand on Elliot's thigh, my nails digging into the fabric of his pants as the plane takes off. I'm seated beside the window, hesitant to peek outside to watch the safety of solid ground disappear. Elliot sits in the middle seat beside me with, the aisle seat left empty. My stomach drops, my breathing picks up speed. The plane roars as it lurches upwards. You're fine, Kristine. You're fine. Dying a slow painful death by falling from the sky isn't that likely, right? Elliot chuckles as if reading the irrational thoughts racing through my mind. He pats my hand before prying it from his leg and lacing his fingers with mine. His thumb traces in circles over the top of my hand, my skin tingles at his touch. "Not a fan of planes?" Elliot teases. I shoot him an annoyed look and scrunch my nose. "What gave it away?" Elliot leans over and kisses my temple. I close my eyes and take in a shuddering breath, biting the inside of my lip. I rest my head on his shoulder, he places his c
"You know... I don't think I want to go back home tomorrow." I laugh, folding up some of my clothes and placing back into my bag. The last day and a half has flown by. We spent the majority of our Saturday at a local park with Raymond, Allison, and the kids. Ending the evening with a dinner in the city with Elliot's parents. "Weekends here go by too quickly." Elliot agrees. I nod and change into my pajamas, tying my hair up in a bun on the top of my head. Elliot walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his nose nuzzling the back of my head. "I told you that you would be completely fine with my family. They really like you." He murmurs. I rest my arms on top of his and lean back against him. "I'd take them over my family any day." Elliot laughs and spins me around, lightly caressing my face. He's quiet for a moment before his lips twist into a mischievous smile. "I think everyone is asleep." He whispers. "
"Do you still think about him?" Anna asks quietly, stroking the hand of the small blanketed bundle in my arms. I nod, meeting her eyes. "I do. Every day," I sigh. "I really thought I'd be able to build a life with him. Get married, have kids..." I look back down. "...have something like you and Ben do." Anna chuckles softly. "Be glad you can wait a little longer on the having kids part." She takes the baby from my arms and lays him in his crib. "Leo has quite the personality of his own already," she says, admiring her son. Motherhood suits her. I've never seen Anna glow the way she does when she looks at her child. I take one last look at Leo, my godchild, sleeping soundly before following Anna back out into the living room. I sit down on the couch across the room from her, folding my legs beneath me and hug a pillow to my chest. Their home has finally come together, the last touches being Leo's nursery. The living room and kitchen are now an open floor concept after my destruction
I brush my thumb along Elliot's jaw line, feeling the soft stubble on his chin against the pad of my finger. He sleeps soundly, softly snoring, his naked body barely covered by my bed sheet. I love you... I rest my head on my arm and clench my eyes shut. My mind races and my body aches. I think back to a year ago, when Elliot and I had first met in that loud, sweaty club. When he had taken me home and reawakened my body that night. When his company and his touch made me crave him more and more each day. And now... I loved every minute of what happened earlier in the evening, feeling like we were one again, like there was nothing wrong. And yet, nothing was the same. We've changed. I've changed. Three months ago, I left him. Everything we built together had come to an abrupt end. I love him. But I can't forget what he'd done. And yet, after I left him, he sat by my side for days on end until I woke up in the hospital. He loves me, endlessly, unconditionally which is a love I've ne
"Three more!" Kate cheers. I groan, sweat drips down my forehead, my muscles beg for me to stop. One, two, three. I let out a deep breath and collapse onto the floor, lying flat on my back. "Careful of your head!" Kate gasps. I shoot her an annoyed look. "I'm fine. It's been three months, Kate." "Okay if you're so fine, get off the floor by yourself." Kate stands back and crosses her arms over her chest, looking at me skeptically. Fuck. Come on, Kristine. Get up. I sit up and ease myself onto my knees, I push myself off of the floor using extra support from my hands. I wince as I stand up straight and I breathe hard as I place my hands on my hips. "Ha. Did it." I stick my nose up in the air. "I wish I could have gotten a video of that, you looked ridiculous," Kate snorts. I playfully punch her arm. "Get out of here, go home," I laugh. "Happily." She sticks her tongue out at me. "But first—" Kate steps toward me and checks my eyes and my heart rate, before taking a quick lo
"Welcome back!" My co-worker's voices echo through the office, catching me off guard and causing me to stumble backwards. My hands fly to my mouth in surprise. Bouquets of fresh flowers, cards, and treats overflow on my desk. I smile and drop my bag onto the floor, picking up some of the cards and looking through them. "Guys, this is too much. You didn't need to do this," I say, teary eyed. Julia wraps one arm around me. "We wanted you to know we missed you and we're happy that you're back. The last two months without you have been too quiet." I brush the tears from my cheek with the back of my hand. "Thank you everyone." After receiving gentle hugs from each of my co-workers, I close my office door and ease myself down into my chair. My body is still sore, my movements are slow and rigid. I take a deep breath and rest my head against the back of the chair. The day has barely even started and I'm already exhausted. I open my laptop and turn it on, the screen coming to life for the
I peel my eyes open and look around the dull, white hospital room. The lights are harsh and I find myself squinting because of them. The sanitized smell of the atmosphere burns my nose. Elliot is asleep in a chair at the foot of the bed, his head rests on his arms which are folded on top of the mattress. The beeping of multiple machines reverberate in my ears. I examine the wires attached to my body. An IV in my hand, pulse oximeter clip on my index finger. EKG chords attached to my chest and a thin oxygen tube positioned beneath my nose. I brush the tips of my fingers against the oxygen tube and wiggle the finger with the pulse oximeter attached. "Kristine? Honey?" Mom whispers as she leans forward in her chair. I slowly turn my head to look at her and the corner of my mouth pulls into a pained smile. I try to speak but nothing comes out. "Don't talk, you've had a tube in your throat. You're going to be sore for a little while." I nod. I drop my hand from the oxygen tube and plac
"The surgery was successful. Bleeding is under control, it doesn't look like there will be any long lasting damage. Recovery from wounds like this could take time, but she was very fortunate." "Thank you, thank you very much doctor," my mother says through muffled sobs. I hear footsteps retreating and the click of a door closing. Mom sits down beside me and runs her fingers through my hair. "Did you hear that, baby? You're going to be okay." **** "Elliot, go home and get some rest," Mom says softly. "You need to clean yourself up." "I can't. I can't leave yet." Elliot's voice is strained and hoarse. "Honey..." My mom's voice cracks. "You still have her...her blood all over you. Please. Go home, shower, change, there will still be a place here for you when you get back." "My shirt... I–I didn't even realize..." **** "Three stab wounds to the abdomen. Two broken ribs. Concussion and minor brain bleed as a result of a skull fracture?" Kate lists off. "Her neck and face are cove
"No, please." I try to fight him off. "Mr. Harris—" "Shut up," he hisses in my ear. A slight whimper escapes my lips. He turns around and hits the emergency stop button on the elevator panel. "You've ruined everything for me. I've lost it all. My home, my wife, my kids, my job. It's all gone and it's all because of you," "Doing this... Won't help your case..." I spit. I ball my hand into a fist lift my arm, attempting to hit him. He wraps his meaty hand around my wrist and pins it against the elevator wall. "Probably not, but it sure does make me feel better." He removes his forearm from my throat, replacing it with his hand. I take in a quick breath before I feel his thumb and fingers press against my airway. "I haven't got anything else to lose." I've reached my limit. My sadness, my disappointment, my anger, spills over all at once. I haven't got anything else to lose. "You fucking did this to yourself," I force the words past my lips, I'm finding it harder to breathe. "What
A recess is called and I'm ushered out of the courtroom, Brian and Elliot escort me back to the conference room where Julia is waiting. Julia rises from her seat as we enter the small room and I quickly put distance between myself and Elliot. "They seem satisfied with what you've said, Kristine. I believe you and Julia can leave,." Brian tells us. "Thank you," I say as I quickly throw my bag over my shoulder. "Good luck, gentlemen," Julia says as she recollects her papers. We hurriedly exit the room, leaving Brian and Elliot behind. "Kristine!" Elliot calls after me in a hushed tone. "Wait a minute!" I stop walking, close my eyes and inhale. I flex my fingers before clenching them together, my nails digs into my palms, the sensation grounding my emotions. "We can keep going, Kris. We're done here." Julia grabs my arm, gently pulling. I shake my head. "I'll meet you at the car in a few minutes," I tell her. "He's going to keep trying. I need to just hear what he has to say." Sh
"Shit!" I hear Kate mutter, followed by a soft thud. "Dammit.""Are you okay?" I call from the bathroom. "Have I ever told you that you own a lot of shit?" She groans. I stifle a laugh,. "Yeah, once or twice." While I had been with my parents, Kate managed to recollect all of my belongings from Elliot's apartment. He had been there while she was repacking some of the boxes, but wouldn't tell me much more than that. Part of me wanted to know how he was doing, the other part of me wanted him to not exist. "I have another apartment showing scheduled tomorrow, you'll only have to deal with me for a little longer." I've been sleeping on Kate's couch for nearly two weeks now, and today is my first day back in the office after taking some personal time to recollect myself. While I'm not whole, I'm at least functional. "You know you can stay here as long as you want,." Kate tells me, leaning against the bathroom door. "Maybe I'll just move into the storage unit with the rest of my thin