"I don't want you to go," Breanne quietly commented as she clung to James, desperately trying to fight back tears.
Stroking her hair, he kissed the crown of her head as he replied softly, "I don't want to leave, either, but I must."
"I know, I know," she mumbled, burying her face in him. After a moment, she looked back up at him and asked, "How long?"
"It'll be about two months before I finish up with this project. There's actually a charity event I'm supposed to be attending at that time, and...you can say no, but, I was wondering..."
She found him impossibly adorable in that moment. "Are you asking me to join you?"
"That is...if you want to. If not, I can completely respect your wishes."
Smiling at him, she simply leaned up to kiss him, before replying, "I'd love to."
He returned the smile, relief evident in his features. "When I have more information, I'll let you know. For now, though...it's just goodbye for a little while." She nodded, and leaning down he thoroughly kissed her one last time before getting into his rental car, and with a wave drove off. Tears once more pricked at her eyes as she watched the back of the vehicle grow smaller and more distant, and wrapping her arms tightly around herself she made her way back inside. Looking around, she felt more alone than she had in a long time. Having been by herself for well over a year now, she knew she would be just fine until they were once again together, but it didn't make the emptiness inside her any less painful.
In an attempt to distract herself, Breanne grabbed her phone and dialed a number, hoping the person on the other end answered. Finally, she was greeted to a, "Hello?"
"Mom?" Breanne croaked, on the verge of completely falling apart.
"Honey, what is it? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, mom, I'm fine. I'm just sad, and I needed to talk."
"Okay, well why are you sad honey?"
Breanne hesitated, before stating, "There's something I need to tell you."
"And what would that be?"
Again, Breanne struggled to find her words. Why was this so difficult to say? "I...mom, I met someone."
"What? When? For how long?"
"I met them around Ann's wedding."
"Well that's great, Bree, but why are you sad?"
"Because it's long distance. He visited me for a little while this past week, and just left, and..."
"You're missing them already, aren't you?"
Breanne sniffed. "Yeah."
"Do you need me to come over?"
"No, I'll be okay. I just need someone to talk to."
"Well you know I'm always glad to talk to you, honey." Breanne simply smiled at this. "So tell me about this person. What are they like? Who are they?"
Breanne was unsure if she should fully admit who her new love interest was. "Well. We actually met at Ann's wedding, and hit it off over a discussion about music. He is just as passionate about it as I am. He's funny, and so compassionate, and kindhearted, and...mom, he's just incredible. I haven't been this happy since Tom was around."
"You have no idea how happy that makes me, Bree. All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy, and to find someone who makes you happy, and I'm glad you're finding that after Tom."
Breanne smiled again at her mom's words. "I wasn't sure if I would find that again. Tom was a hard act to follow," she commented, her emotions sparking at the thought of her late husband.
"That he was, honey, but it sounds like you just might have found a contender.' Breanne agreed with a laugh. "You said he was at Ann's wedding?"
"Yeah, he was."
"Do I know him, or did I meet him?"
"Well..." Breanne started, hesitant again to state who it was. "Mom..."
"What? Do you not want to tell me?"
"It's not that, it's just...I don't want you to judge me."
"Bree, I would never judge you. Why would you think that?"
"Because he...it's Ann's uncle...I'm seeing her uncle," Breanne finally got out, her heart pounding as she awaited her mom's response. When she remained silent, Breanne added, "Mom, please say something."
"I just...I'm processing this, that's all," her mom said after a moment.
"Are...you upset with me?" Breanne asked quietly, her face hot with worry.
"No, honey, I'm not upset. I'm just...taken back, that's all. Which uncle?"
Breanne immediately felt a wave of relief at her mom's reaction. "James."
"The one who visited from up north?"
"Yeah, him."
"I didn't really get to interact with him, but he seemed nice."
"He is, mom. He's one of the sweetest people I've ever met. You and dad would love him."
"I'm sure we will."
"Will?"
"Well...I'm sure we will meet him at some point. Right?"
Breanne's eyes began to burn at her mom's question. "You really want to meet him?"
"If he is going to be a part of your life like this, then of course I want to meet him." As her tears started silently falling, Breanne gave a small sniffle. "Are you crying again?"
"I can't help it."
Breanne's mom gave a small laugh. "Why are you crying, honey?"
"I was afraid you would...I don't know, be ashamed of me."
"Bree, I am never ashamed of you, and I would never be ashamed over something like this. I love you, and I just want you happy."
Breanne again smiled. "I love you too, mom, and I am. He makes me very happy," she replied, and as their conversation continued she could feel the weight of worry lifting from her chest over finally telling someone about her involvement with James.
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Breanne had just finished cleaning up the kitchen, when she heard her phone going off. Pulling it from her pocket, she looked at the screen and immediately smiled when she saw the name of her caller. "Hey there," she greeted the person as she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Hello there, beautiful. Am I interrupting anything?" James asked, his deep voice making a warmth spread throughout her torso.
"No, I was just cleaning. What are you up to?"
"I just got settled in my room, my plane landed not too long ago."
"How is Los Angeles so far?"
"Sunny and gorgeous. I wish you were here with me."
"Me too. I miss you already," Breanne replied, silently cursing herself when she felt a burning in her throat and her voice cracked slightly.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she tried to reassure him, but his concern only seemed to make the situation worse.
"Breanne."
"Yeah?"
"Are you crying?"
Unable to hide it, she sniffed. "Only a little."
"Why are you crying, sweetheart?"
"I just miss you a lot, and I'm emotional over it. I'm pathetic, I know," she stated, giving a small laugh as she wiped her eyes. "I guess I am just feeling a little extra lonely today since you left."
"I'm sorry, I truly hated leaving you. I would have brought you with me, you know I would have."
"I know, you don't have to apologize. You can't help I have prior commitments here. I'm glad you called."
James smiled at this. "What are you up to now?"
"Just talking to you. I'm debating with myself on what I want to do."
"Where are you?"
"My living room."
"Well...perhaps your bedroom would help you decide on what you want to do."
"I don't-" Breanne started to say, when she stopped, and gave a grin. "You might be right on that," she commented, making him chuckle, and heading upstairs she made her way into her bedroom. "So, what is it in my bedroom that is supposed to influence me?"
"Try lying down on the bed, I hear that helps."
"You are not very subtle," she laughed, and giving into his wishes made her way over to the bed. Growing serious, she asked, "What are you doing right now?"
"Lying in bed as well. Wishing you were here riding me," he admitted bluntly, his comment making her bite her lip.
"Is that so?"
"Mmhmm. It's my favorite view."
Settling back against the pillows, Breanne could feel the heat of lust building in her lower stomach. "Are you picturing it right now? Me on top of you, having my way with you?"
A growl rumbled in his throat. "You paint such a beautiful picture, sweetheart," he murmured, his breathing growing heavy. "If I close my eyes, I can feel you on me. God, you feel so good."
When he gave the smallest little moan, Breanne knew right away what he was doing. "Are you touching yourself?" she whispered.
"Mm, I am. I'd much rather it were your hand so mine could feel your skin." As he said this, her hand wandered beneath her shirt to lightly pinch her nipple, her actions making her gasp. "You're imagining it, aren't you, sweetheart?"
"Yes."
He gave another growl. "Tell me what you're doing."
"I...I'm teasing my nipple," she admitted, flushing at the confession.
James gave a small groan. "I love the noises you make when I have them in my mouth. They're hard right now from how turned on you are, aren't they?"
"Yes," she whispered, giving a pinch to the pert button.
"Slide your hand down lower. Do you feel that?"
"Yes."
"Good, because that's my hand sliding down your stomach, going all the way down to your thighs. Can you feel me, sweetheart?"
Breanne gave a small whimper. "Yes, your hands feel so good."
"I love touching those soft curves of yours," he sighed, and she could hear the movements of his hand quicken. "I feel how wet you are. You're soaked, aren't you?"
Breanne's eyes rolled back when her fingers finally found her clit. "Yes, all for you," she whispered, quickening her motions to match his. "I don't know which feels better, your fingers or your tongue."
James bit back a moan. "I do love using both on you." When he could hear her breathing turning to pants, he added, "Are you getting close?"
"Yes, I'm so close," she panted, her hips beginning to arch up into her motions. "I want you to come for me, James."
"I'm...going...to..." he panted, and letting out a deep moan he spurted over his hand and stomach. Crying out for James, Breanne fell over the edge right along with him, her back arched as her toes curled, and once it passed they both fell limp against their pillows.
"So when do I get to see you again?" she asked, and they both laughed.
"Sooner than you realize," he reassured her as he straightened himself up.
"I don't know how you do it, but you're even amazing at sex over the phone," she commented with a sigh, making him laugh once more.
"The same can be said of you."
Breanne smiled at this. "I love you."
Even over the phone, she could feel him smiling. "I love you too, sweetheart," he replied, and as he told her of the flight, and the upcoming project he would be working on she found herself wanting to be back in his arms more and more with each word which came from his mouth.