Page 27 of Redemption
“We, uh, we can’t lift the fridge.”
I exhaled through my nose and followed them to the truck. It looked like they didn’t even try to move it.
“There it is,” Cody said, pointing at it.
I had no more energy for these two morons. You would think we were dealing with some ancient, unmovable monolith, not a goddamn refrigerator. I climbed in the truck and yanked the fridge towards me. Once I reached the edge of the truck, I stepped out and wrapped my arms around it in a bear hug. With a grunt, I lifted.
“Move!” I growled as they stumbled out of my way.
I ascended the staircase with fierce willpower, each step a struggle between man and machine—well, appliance. I could feel the muscles in my arms and back bulging. Sweat rolled down my forehead as I reached the kitchen. With a primal grunt, I set it down.
“There,” I said, my voice low and ragged from exertion. “That’s how you move a fridge.”
Matt nodded in approval. “Yeah, man, I used to work out, but I hurt my shoulder a few months ago. So yeah, I used to, but I had to stop because of the injury.”
I couldn’t hide the judgment on my face and said, “Right, that’s what I figured.”
I helped them bring the rest of the boxes up to be done with it and frowned as I watched them drive away. Everything I ordered to furnish the house was sitting in a big pile in the living room. I had a lot to do, but the sooner begun, the sooner done. I spent the next few hours unpacking, unwrapping, and constructing furniture. I collapsed into my new, actual bed, staring up at the ceiling. The whole day had seemed to pass in a blur. A moments glance at my phone felt like an hour, and hours flew by in minutes. That night in my office flashed in my mind, Sophias image perfectly vivid. Her light brown curls falling loosely around her face, her beautiful eyes glowing in the soft lamplight. I closed my eyes, and was in that moment again.
The sight of my arousal etched in her eyes was pure ecstasy; her mix of desire and uncertainty gave way to need as I kissed her. I pulled her arm away, revealing her perfect tits with a gently bounce. My hands explored her body, from the jut of her hips to the tantalizing dimples at the small of her back. Her soft body against me was still fresh in my mind. Raw and fiery, her passion matching mine with every touch, every movement. Her back arched while she dangled in my strong arms, as I rocked her forward and back in sync with my thrusts, her soft perfectass bouncing against me in a frenzy. I could still hear her moans and feel the warmth that radiated from between her legs. But when I opened my eyes I was alone in my room. My hard cock needed Sophia, not a memory. She still needed time to come around, a fact all the more clear considering she wasn’t on top of me right now. She would reach out. How could she not? That memory was a shared one, she would be hopeless to resist, just as she was that night.
Sophia
Henry bit his fingernails as his eyes darted around the gallery, horrified by every perceived slight. He always got like this when an event would draw crowds to the gallery. As a perfectionist, he needed everything to be flawless. On days like these, I just had to go along with what he needed to prevent him from having a panic attack. Today was one of his worst days, but luckily for me, Emma was here to help out. I had hoped the extra hands would calm him down.
“Sophia!” Henry yelled. “I can’t reach this.”
He was standing on his toes, trying to pull down a giant canvas a grade school class had collectively painted on. I ran over to him with a step stool and set it down next to him.
“Here, Henry, step up.”
He climbed on, grunting irritably, still barely able to reach the painting. His fingers nudged at the sides until he got a grip on it. He pulled it down gracelessly with a plume of dust and cried out.
“I needed you here three nights ago, Sophia. I really hope you leaving to do your new boss’s job doesn’t ruin everything.” His tone bordered on cruel, but I knew he was just passionate.
“Don’t worry, Henry. We have plenty of time to finish up. Emma is dusting. She’ll get to this area once we’re done here.”
He walked away with the giant canvas in hand, muttering about how embarrassing it would have been if he had forgotten to remove the painting. As if the gallery were some prestigious museum and today’s visitors were high class. Some of the people coming were probably parents of the kids who made the art he disparaged, but thoughts like that were far from his mind.
“Sophia!” he called again from his office, where he had taken the painting.
I rolled my eyes and yelled back, “Just a moment.”
Emma was on her hands and knees collecting dust bunnies from the space between two display cases.
“Thanks for helping. I owe you one,” I said.
Emma sneezed. “No, don’t mention it. I’m actually kind of entertained. Is that bad?”
“A little,” I replied.
We laughed silently as I made my way to Henry's office. He had his hands clasped behind his back, pridefully staring at his own work on the wall. He glanced at me with an eyebrow raised and said, “Which of these pieces do you think we should put up in place of that awful canvas I just pulled down?”
I looked at the collection of paintings in front of him. I personally wasn’t a fan of his abstractions, but there was one that seemed somewhat fitting.
“What about this one?” I pointed to the canvas covered in a series of colors, yet holding no clear image.
He stepped closer to it. “Hmm, yes, perhaps. You have a good eye, though I was leaning more toward this one.”
