Second Chances

Persistency Is Key

Feyre

Storming walking up to my table yesterday was top on my list of unexpected things to happen. But, seeing him again all up close and personal only brought back so many different feelings that I've been battling with since he left. Hearing him apologize was also unexpected and give his reasoning for what he did, it's what I've been wanting to hear from him for two years. It wasn't what I thought but it did give me the closure that I have been searching for. He surprised me again when he asked me to go to dinner with him, because I didn't think we had anything else to say to each other. We both have different things going on in our lives, does he want to be friends or something? I don't think I could ever be just friends with him.

I finally finished my article after four cups of coffee and a lot of erasing this morning. I sent it over to the editor and I hope she doesn't come back with a lot of changes. We had our first snow of the season last night, so I'm sitting on my small balcony over looking the snow covered city and enjoying the cool morning air. I have on multiple layers, gloves and a hat to keep me warm. I wasn't planning on doing much today and now that the weather has changed, I don't feel so guilty about it.

I notice a black truck park across the street from my building and I almost spit my coffee out when I see who it is Storm. How the hell did he find out where I live? I stand up and lean over the railing, watching him as he crosses the street towards the entrance of the lobby. Is he here to see me? I thought he was heading back to Boston today? Maybe he knows someone that lives in this building and it's just a coincidence.

But the second I hear a knock on my door, I know that assumptions were wrong. I walk over and look through the peep hole, to see him standing outside. I sigh and open the door "What the hell are you doing here?" is the first thing out of my mouth.

He grins like he enjoys my attitude "I came to see you and let you know that I'm not leaving until the end of the week" I stare at him completely dumbfounded.

"Okay? Good for you, enjoy the city" I go to close the door and his foot stops me.

"Feyre..." I pause "I'm staying because I want to see you" he says seriously.

"What if I don't want to see you" there's zero conviction in my tone.

"Is that what you really want? Because if so I'll leave, but tell me right now if that's the case. Because if I leave I won't come back" his eyes search mine for the truth.

I know he's serious, he won't comeback so now I have to make a choice "I don't want you to leave and not comeback" I admit and he half smiles.

"Spend the day with me?" he asks hopefully.

"I haven't even showered yet..." I say like that excuse will work.

"I'll wait for you to get ready then" he's not going to give up, so I open the door wider so that he can come inside.

He hesitates and then takes the opportunity. He walks in and I close the door and lock it behind him and watch as he looks around "This is nice" he says with a smile.

"Thank you... want some coffee?" I ask and walk past him into the small kitchen.

"Sure" I grab a new mug and pour him a cup, sliding it across the counter into his hands.

He takes a sip and stares at me "I'm going to shower I guess, so make yourself at home" I walk out of the kitchen and down the small hallway to my room.

I run a hot shower in the bathroom and strip down before stepping inside. I take my time washing myself and then I let my imagination get the best of me. I end up using the shower head to get myself off at the thought of Storm and I screwing in this shower. I have to bite down on my tongue to muffle my moans as I reach my orgasm and then wash myself off.