What We Had

Chapter 1

It was a cool, dark, stormy night. Tensions and emotions were high. Lucas had shown up at my door in New York. I had attended a long exhausting business meeting only hours earlier. I was still in my business suit but I had kicked off my heels and taken my hair out of the tight bun it was in. On the way back from the meeting I had bought two bottles of alcohol and was now on my way to opening them. Desperately needing the chance to unwind.

The anticipation of my impending relaxation was put on hold as we locked eyes. I could tell by the look on his face and in his eyes that something was wrong.

(Out of every hotel room you showed up at mine. What 's going on Luke.?) I asked. Smiling up at him.

(We broke up. She turned down my proposal. I left the hotel room and started driving I remembered you telling us about you're meeting in New York which is why I ended up here. Can I come in.? Unless I was interrupting something.) He asked. Looking back at me.

My face softened as I saw the obvious pain he was in.

(Of course you can.) I said. Moving over as he walked inside my room. I shut and locked the door behind him.

We walked side by side stopping in the living room.

I brought over the chilled bottles and sat them next to each other. On the coffee tables. I then went into the kitchen opening the cabinet and taking two glasses out. I brought them over to the coffee table opening the bottle pouring alcohol in both the glasses then walking over to where he was and handed him a glass. Before picking up my glass and sitting next to him.

(Tell me everything.) I said. Looking into his eyes.

(There isn't anything to say more then what I already told you. I asked her to marry me and she didn't say yes. Which means she clearly doesn't love me and doesn't want to be together so it means we're over.) Lucas said. Looking back at me.

I reached over taking his hand in mine.

(Or she could simply of been taken off guard and surprised by you're proposal the two of you have been doing long distance for the past few years. She's in LA with her music while you're in New York working on you're writing for the most part the two of you have managed to remain strong I think the both of you need time to regroup and cool down. Then talk. I'm sure this whole situation was a misunderstanding. ) I said. Looking up at him.

(This was a mistake I don't know what I was thinking actually no that's not true. I proposed because I love her and want a life with her at least I thought I did.) Lucas said.

(What are you saying right now. None of this means anything. You're emotional and not thinking clearly.) I my hand in his.

(No none of this is spur of the moment. I should of picked you.) Lucas said. Looking back at me.

I got up and put down my wine glass.

(You're in love with Peyton. She is you're true love. I know that better then anyone.) I said. Looking to him.

I took a breath. Turning from him. Feeling the need to protect my heart and feelings at every cost.

I had been there through every breakup holding her hand letting her cry on my shoulder and stay at my house because she couldn't bare the sight of his face.

Back and forth push and pull. The never ending tug a war between them would never end. Meanwhile there I am keeping my thoughts and emotions for the only man I've ever loved hidden for the sake of my best friend's happiness.

He took a hold of my hand turning me around.

I looked up at him.

He smiled back at me.

Pulling me into his arms.

(Lets dance.) He simply said.

I smiled back at him.

Resting my head on his shoulder.

(There is no music playing. How exactly will that work.?) I asked him.

(Its us we will figure it out.) He said. Gazing back at me.

And that we did. Swaying together our bodies simply fitting together.

The glasses of wine I had poured minutes earlier remained untouched.

He lifted my face. Caressing it gently with his hand.

The raindrops pounded hard against the windows.

I jumped slightly.

He put his hand in the small of my back.

(Its okay. I know how much you hate thunderstorms. Lets take you're mind off of it.) He said.

I nodded my head looking to him.

He leaned over placing a kiss on my lips.

I thought I would pull away but instead.

I gave in to him too us.

I kissed him back.

He placed kisses all over my neck. Pulling me closer to him.

He tore off my blouse and I took his shirt.

He picked me up and carried me over to the bed.

Laying me down removing my skirt.

We undressed in each other with patience and pure mixed with love.

Kisses and touches I saw the love in his his eyes so many times.

I shivered clinging to him as he kissed my tattoo.

Removing the final layer separating us.

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