Leave Me Alone

Kristo

Fuck, where was Amaya? She was supposed to be back by now, and I had arrived home early from the office to make sure everything was in place for her. I even had the screen set up in the spare bedroom, a movie picked out—something scary, like last time so the two of us could snuggle up and hold each other close like we had done at the movies. Maybe a little more. I wanted to be with her again, physically and emotionally, and this was the only way I knew how, by retracing our steps, the ones we had taken together that had led us this far.

Finally, I heard her familiar footsteps on the stairs and went to pull the door open for her as she got home.

“Hey.” I grinned as I laid eyes on her for the first time that day. She had slipped into the shower early and then out the door before I had gotten up. I’d thought she had been avoiding me, but she must have just had something early to take care of at work. I wanted to greet her with a kiss, but that could wait till later. When I had her