The sun began to break through the blinds of the apartment above the Pizza Shack. Emily a woke with a start and squinted her eyes to get used to the streaming light.
"Where am I?" Emily mumbled looking around the room. The room was big and bright and filled with music albums hung up on the walls. Emily turned to the left to see a shirtless Razor sleeping next to her.
"Razor?" Emily wondered as it hit her. She looked down at herself to find herself naked in Razor's bed.
"Oh my god." Emily whispered as the memories from last night ran across her mind.
"Oh my god!" Emily screamed running around the run looking for her clothes. She grabbed Razor's shirt and pulled it over her head as she began to scavenge for her clothes.
"Good Morning to you too." Razor groaned sitting up and scratching his head.
"I can't be here." Emily sneered grabbing her dress.
"But you can here last night."
"I wanted to catch up."
"I completely understand."
"Then you got me drunk."
"Hey… I suggested a beer and you down five of them complaining about how Damon didn't show up last night." Razor said pulling on his boxers.
"Then we…"
"Yup, best experience of my life."
"Oh god."
"Yea, it didn't help that I was drunk too."
"Why were you drinking?" Emily stopped staring at her ex boyfriend's face.
"I've been mad at myself lately." Razor shrugged.
"Why?" Emily asked sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Well my music career isn't where I want it, I actually own the Pizza Shack, and I let the love of my life marry my best friend. Not exactly my grandest moments there." Razor frowned rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh." Emily blushed.
"Yea…"
"Why don't you sign up with Damon's label?"
"You do know the reason I haven't called you in ten years right?"
"No…"
"Well, Damon said he didn't want me calling you anymore after we broke up."
"But we were friends."
"Emily, I could never be just friends with you and he knew that so he threatened me. Told me that if I ever called that if I ever tried to make a music career it would automatically failed. He felt threatened by mine and your relationship so I chickened out and deleted you from my life." Razor shrugged standing up and grabbing another shirt off his dresser.
"I didn't know." Emily whispered.
"That was the point." Razor laughed.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I own the Pizza Shack and I play my guitar at some gigs so it's all good."
"And your love life?" Emily asked letting curiosity take over.
"I've had a few hook ups here and there but nothing serious. No one could compare to you." Razor smiled..
Emily blushed at Razor's comment and felt a swing of jealousy flash thrown at her thinking of the other girls Razor's been with. Emily stood up and walked over to Razor's dresser and snatched his phone.
"What are you doing?" Razor asked lifting his eyebrow.
"Putting my number in, here." Emily smiled handing him his phone.
"But we can't."
"I don't care." Emily smiled gathering up her things.
"Damon will kill you."
"I don't care."
"You might not but I do."
"It's fine." Emily said with a shrug of her shoulders. "To tell you the truth Razor, I never stopped loving you and I don't think I ever will."
"I know and I feel the same way." Razor smirked.
"I know." Emily smiled walking over the Razor until they were inches apart. Emily looked up at Razor and bit her lip. Razor opened his mouth to say something but Emily beat him to it with a kiss. The kiss was gentle and loving unlike last night which was filled with passion and need. Emily pulled back as Razor held a smirk on his face.
"Stay in touch." Emily whispered as she walked out the door of Razor's apartment and to her car. Emily didn't care what Damon or anyone thought as she left in Razor's clothes. She grabbed the shirt and pulled it to her face inhaling the scent that was only Razor. Man did she miss him. Emily didn't even think about the thought that she cheated on her husband or the fact that she didn't know if they used protection. All she cared about was that she had Razor back in her life and she wouldn't have it any other way.