Carl's - III

It had been ten years since the last time they saw each other. Neither of them was expecting to bump in the mall after all that time. She thought he had gone and found a girl. He thought she was too busy and happy to think about him.

"Will!" she was pushing the trolley. Two kids walked by her side. The older should be eleven and the younger eight. Billy and Roger. He remembered so well the dark-haired kid that he carried once.

Will wished to turn around and get out of there. He didn't want to meet her perfect family or buy candies for her kids. Carl's and not his. He wondered if she regretted naming her child William.

Sitting at the café shop the following day felt weird. He wasn't sure what had pushed him to go to the date. Maybe, it was just that he missed her badly.

Emma talked while sipping her tea but he wasn't actually listening. She looked older and very tired, like the light inside her was extinguishing little by little. Wasn't she happy? She should be. She had everything he wanted; family, job.

"What's about you, Will?" she smiled with kindness.

God, he had missed her. Her hair, her perfume, and the way she looked around. Would her skin be as smooth as before? He wanted to touch her so badly; lay her on the table and make love as they used to. And he would.

Later, they would fall on his bed, lips crushing, hands undressing. He ripped off her clothes with a forgotten passion to bury in her. His roughness made her cry his name; her trembling body hadn't felt like that in the last ten years.

Resting next to him, she realized how little time they had needed to get back to their business. Emma hadn't cheated on her husband since Will left McKinley. Wasn't she over this? Even when she told herself she had forgotten him, she knew that was a lie because she had found herself thinking about him while sleeping with Carl. Maybe, everything had been a huge mistake; she should have let Will be the father of his children.

"We can't do this again, Will. I have a family."

He knew, but he didn't care anymore. Sorrow had made him selfish and miserable. He would try to get in her pants over again even if it was just as a revenge for all the pain.

Somehow, she came back to him now and then. He would send her sexy texts that she would delete as soon as she read them. She would "accidentally" forget to turn off the webcam while changing into night clothes in the loneliness of her bedroom. That would give him pictures to touch himself with until the next time they would see each other in person.

"Will" she was naked on his bed, "I missed you too" she confessed, straddling his lap. "I couldn't change things then and I can't do it now. Everything would have been different if I had gotten pregnant with your child." Her fingers traced the muscles of his chest. He was still strong.

"You could have lied."

"I'm a terrible liar. It would have been a lot of guilt to carry."

"That's silly, Emma." He got frustrated when they talked about being together. "You would have had me, but you preferred Carl. He is better, he is richer. And don't say you don't care about money because you do."

She stopped her caresses, hurt.

"You're a jerk" she accused, getting up and looking for her clothes. "You say you still love me but you don't care about me or about what we are doing. I have kids, it's not you, me and Carl anymore."

"You've already said that" he had caught her by her waist and pushed her to bed again. Forcing his tongue inside her mouth, he didn't let her move since his body was covering her. She was fighting now, but his charm would provoke her submission. She wanted it as bad as he did.

That was all they would do; confusing past love with memories and emptiness, hurting themselves forever just because they made wrong decisions at the beginning.

N/A: Last chapter, I hope you enjoyed it :)

For those who read Nothing But Regret, the new chapter will be up later or tomorrow ;)