The Cabin by the Lake

I was sharing a room with Janice at both hotels we would be staying at. “It’ll be nice to have tomorrow off. You have any plans?” I shrugged at her, “Maybe walk around and get some pictures.” She laughed, “If only my hobby was my job too.” I laughed, “So Zac mentioned we were all getting dinner?” She shrugged, “I’m not going. I’m taking a bath and relaxing.” I nodded, “but you should go!” I laughed, “and be the only girl?” She nodded, “True, but I know a few other guys aren’t going. I think a sox game is on tonight and they don’t want to miss it.” She walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, “Oh, cool. So…it could me just me and Zac?” She nodded, “Maybe, but what’s wrong with that? He’s hot and you’re single!” I nodded, “True…” I changed into leggings, my maroon sheer button down shirt, and my black wedges from earlier. If it was going to be just Zac and me, then I wanted to look good. But not too good if other people will be there. I said goodbye to Janice and headed to the lobby. I sat in one of the chairs and waited. Going out to dinner with Zac and maybe a few others... Casey: Hope you don’t get stood up with no explanation for 2 months I laughed at her text. I was about to reply, “Emily?” I looked up to see Zac in jeans and a black t-shirt. I stood up and smiled, “I honestly didn’t think you’d show up.” I shrugged, “A girl’s got to eat.” He smiled, “I don’t think anyone else is coming though…” He looked sad, sad that no one else was coming or sad that this information might make me leave? “I know, Janice filled me in with their nightly plans.” He smiled, “and you still came?” I smiled, “Like I said, a girl’s got to eat.” I honestly was excited. Maybe now I’d get my explanation. And he looked so good. I missed being able to talk to him and look at him…even though I was so pissed at him…I couldn’t stay mad.

We sat down at a table for 2 in the cozy hotel restaurant. I kept catching Zac looking at me, and then looking away. We got drinks and menus and I tried to keep my mind preoccupied from just asking what happened. The waitress brought over bread and we ordered. I took a big sip of my wine and Zac noticed. “Nervous?” I shrugged, “Do I have to be?” He sighed, “What’s up with the third degree?” I laughed, “Seriously?” He nodded, “Hmm, let’s see. I was told by a really good friend that I would be kept up to date on their life, that I would be remembered, and that he didn’t want to leave me…and yet I get no messages despite the ones I sent?” He nodded, “right…” I took another sip of wine. “So I’m sorry if I’m not exactly happy.” He sighed, “I liked being myself and not Zac the goon, or the enforcer…” I shook my head, “I don’t care you never told me you were a hockey player. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Boston?” His eyes went sad, “I knew what it meant to be called up so early…They told me I was being traded and then I found out to Boston…I was happy at first. I wanted to tell you…but what if it didn’t work out? When they told me I was being paired up with a photographer, they only called you Ms. Walton.” I nodded, “I didn’t know it was you either…” he nodded. “I wanted to Emily…I was going to…but…I honestly thought, even if we both were in Boston, we would never see each other.” He grabbed his phone and showed me a picture of him with a beautiful blonde. “Oh…” He nodded. “Her name is Stephanie.” I gave him back his phone, “Oh…I…I’m not really hungry…in fact I really don’t feel good…”I stood up, “Emily…” I heard him call after me, but I couldn’t turn around. I ran out of the hotel and called Sarah and Casey (yeah, you can three way on an iPhone!) “How did dinner go?” Casey asked, “It didn’t.” I said, trying to hide the tears of my stupidity, I still couldn’t believe it. “Did he stand you up?” Sarah asked and I laughed, “No. We were there, we ordered. But then…he told me he was going to contact me…but then Stephanie happened.” “Who?” Casey asked, I could tell her mouth was full of food. “He got a girlfriend.” “What?!” They both asked at the same time, “Yup. He said he thought we would never see each other again.” They scoffed, they called him bad names, they told me I deserved better. “I have to go girls, I need a drink.” I hung up and walked into the first bar I saw.

“Shots. I need shots.” The bartender nodded, “of?” I thought, “Anything.” He nodded and gave me shots of vodka. “Keep them coming please.” He nodded and kept the shots coming. Turns out it was the bar’s ‘karaoke night’. I couldn’t remember what number shot I was on, but I was drunk. I listened to the college kids sing, laugh, and being merry and decided I needed a turn. I went up there, well stumbled, and belted out Mama’s Broken Heart by Miranda Lambert. They cheered and clapped; whether I was good or not I have no idea. But I had a blast, just forgetting for a moment why I was even at the bar. The guys first pounded me, and the girls gave me hugs.

I ordered a cider when I was back at the bar, still feeling the adrenaline running through me. “Hey, you were great up there.” I smiled at the guy next to me, “Thanks, first time for everything I guess!” He laughed and smiled at me, “I guess so.” He moved closer to me, “What’s your name?” I bit my lip and smiled, “Emily, and you?” He stroked my arm, and I got chills. “Ryan.” I finished my drink and stood up. I put my arm around his neck and he put his arm around my waist. I leaned in and gave him a light kiss. He smiled, “I’m staying at a hotel nearby…care to join me for a drink there?” He asked, and I smiled, “Lead the way.” He grabbed my hand and led me towards his hotel. I laughed when I noticed the hotel getting closer, “I have a room here too.” He pulled me in close and kissed me hard. “It’ll make the walk home easier.” I winked at him and he led me to his room.

He pushed me up against the door while he tried to unlock his room. When the door opened, clothes went flying everywhere. First shoes, then socks, pants, tops…His hands wandered around my body, tracing my every curve. We fell onto the bed, kissing each other hard, touching each other. He laid between my legs and slowed down. The room started to spin a little, and he smiled at me. He moved some hair out of my face. “Are you sure?” He asked me, I was waiting to start to feel scared like the last time with Zac…but nothing came into my head. I leaned up and kissed him hard, “I am, are you?” He looked me up and down, “Oh I’m sure.” He was gentle at first as he slipped between my thighs, but once he entered, he was rough; and I liked it. Each thrust made me moan louder and louder; and he moaned with me. I tried to grab on to something; the bed, the sheets, him, as the pleasure intensified. We laid together, naked, in his bed. Breathing heavy, our bodies still warm. He turned to his side and started to trace my curves again. He had a goofy smile on his face. “What?” I asked with a laugh, he just kept tracing. “Stay the night with me.” I smiled as he bent down to kiss me, “Is that something that is allowed?” He laughed, “What do you mean?” I ran my fingers through his hair, “well I’ve never been this spontaneous before, I don’t know the protocol.” He laughed and kissed me again. “You’re more than welcome to spend the night.” I looked at the time, 1:30am. He slipped is hand under the sheets and started to touch me again. “Well, I wouldn’t want to wake up my roommate.” He went on top of me and smirked, “I think we woke the whole hotel already.”

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