"I don't know how to love, all I know is how to please." He whispered brokenly, lips brushing against hers.
Emelia Grant's world is at a standstill after dropping out of college. Everyone around her is thriving while she's barely living, still looki...
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CW: Mentions of scars, mentions of medications, emotional conversations, and of course smut (masturbation, dirty talk).
Friday morning came around, the air carrying a cool breeze. It was October 1st.
Emelia turned to turn off her alarm, her mind still foggy and vision blurry from sleep.
She couldn't remember what she dreamt about, which was always better than remembering a bad dream. Emeila is always happy when she doesn't have a nightmare that wakes her up in cold sweat in the middle of the night, making her reach for her sleeping pills just to force herself back into a deep, dreamless slumber.
Getting up, Emelia went about her morning routine. Taking notice of the slight ache between her thighs from her late night activities as she walked to the bathroom.
We'll definitely be revisiting that, it's been a while for sure.. she thought as a dull throbbing began in her lower belly, reminding her of the guy responsible for her very satisfying orgasm last night.
Wanda was right, I just needed to loosen up my body a little. I'll have to check if this guy has more videos, loosen up even more. Emelia smiled cheekly to herself in the mirror.
Her thoughts were only focused on the mysterious man and getting ready for work. No James Barnes to ruin her mood.
Dressed in a fitting black and white striped light sweater, paired with high waist wide leg dark jeans and her white sneakers. Emelia pins the front of her hair up away from her face and leaves the rest of her hair down.
Grabbing her denim jacket, she leaves for work.
Emelia arrives at the coffee house just as Steve opens the door. He notices her approaching and holds the door open for her.
"Good morning, Steve."
"Morning, Emelia."
They both go about preparing the place to open. Steve unloads the freshly baked muffins and other mouth watering baked goods into the display. The place begins to smell like a bakery and a touch of coffee. It makes Emelia feel warm and a small smile crosses her face.
"Why did you decide to open a coffee shop, Steve?." Emelia asks as she puts on her apron. Moving to make sure everything is ready for the morning rush of customers.
He smiles as he continues what he's doing, "I've always liked how a good cup of coffee in the morning made me feel. It makes the grumpiest of people smile a little, makes them feel like today is gonna be good. Nothing can beat you if you feel invincible. If I can help make a person feel that way then, I'm happy."
He finishes as the first customer enters.
Accepting his answer with a smile, Emelia turns to prepare the first orders.
