Page 2 of Cheeky Trifle
Aaron
I was meantto be spending today with my fiancée. But after coming home last night to find a note on the counter telling me it’s over, that she’d packed her stuff and left, I found myself alone.
I wasn’t all that bothered about her going. It’s not like I was in love with her. And I really didn’t care about spending Thanksgiving on my own, but the second Joe called up last night for a few drinks and found out what she’d done, I didn’t have a choice but to spend the holiday with him. We’ve been friends since we were in diapers so I couldn’t say no to him, not that the idea excited me at all. I think I’d have preferred to spend the day drowning my sorrows with a pack of beers or two.
My life is a joke. I have the career of my dreams, yet I was miserable. I’d proposed to Shelly because I felt like it was the right thing to do, and after almost a year of dating it was what she expected of me.
I never loved her, though. I’ve not loved any of them. Not since…
“Come on, bro. Dinner’s ready,” Joe says with a slap to my shoulder.
I drag myself away from the Andrews’ TV and make my way to their dining room. Joe’s mom is an incredible cook, so I know making the effort to be here will be worth it.
The second I step inside the room I feel it—a feeling I’ve not experienced in over four years. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and something flutters in my belly. There’s only ever been one person who makes me nervous, but she’s someone I’ve spent all my adult life trying to get out of my head—and my heart.
Not believing it could actually be true, I drag my eyes away from the juicy bird in the middle of the table to find a familiar pair of dark eyes staring back at me. They’re exactly as I remember them to be, and looking into them now knocks the wind out of me, just like they did the first day I met her during our senior year at high school.
Fuck me, she’s here.
“Poppy?” Her whispered name on my lips comes out as a question as I don’t really believe what I’m seeing.
My eyes drop down to her full lips, ones that I know curl up into the cheekiest smile I’ve ever seen before continuing down her slender neck that ripples as she swallows. There are thick black straps over her shoulders and a silver zipper running down the front of whatever she’s wearing. My cock twitches at the thought of it being a dress I can unwrap from her body.
An early Christmas present sent just for me.
“Jack, can you carve the turkey?” Kathy asks, either unaffected by the tension in the room or attempting to break it, I’m not sure.
“Aaron, son, come and take a seat.”
Ripping my eyes away from Poppy, I find Jack getting ready to take his place at the head of the table. My eyes land on the only available chair left.
It’s next toher, of course it is. They probably all planned it just to torture me.
My heart pounds louder in my ears with every step I take in her direction. I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. I convinced myself I didn’t want to see her again after she told me she loved me, gave herself to me, only to up and leave without so much as a glance back in my direction. I told myself if I did ever see her again that I’d hate her. Hate her for breaking my heart, for shattering it into a million little pieces that I’ve never been able to put back together. Plenty of women have tried and failed, but as I stare down at Poppy, I realize that the piece missing was her.
