I'm starting another story, I'm in no way abandoning my other stories but my brain literally comes up for new ideas for each one at random times, and part of the reason I've been slow writing that one was because I kept writing for this new story.
Jo was alive, at least she thinks she is. Actually she knows she is alive because there's no way she would be in this much pain if she was dead. Her head felt like it was being repeatedly stamped on by an elephant. Her vision was blurry as she tried to find her bearings, there was a tiny bit of light filtering through a crack in the curtains. The tiny particles of dust came into focus as she tried to lift her head off the pillow a heavyweight anchoring her body to the bed. Bad idea, awful idea, sinking back down into the pillow squeezing her eyes shut Jo tried to remember how she had got here. She could vaguely remember being in the bar last night, some old perv from the conference leering over her. The pounding in Jo's brain became too much, giving up the uneasy feeling in her stomach Jo shrunk back further into the warmth of the bed, dozing off, into dreamless oblivion, for what seemed like seconds but was in fact hours.
Waking for a second time Jo could see flashes of last night replaying in her brain, the bar, the beers, the hallway, her room, his room, his hands on her hips, her breasts, his hands pretty much everywhere they shouldn't have been. Fuck. She remembers that stupid black dress hitting the floor, followed by his suit jacket. The way his eyes scanned her body as he unbuttoned his shirt. Jo could feel her heart beating fast in her chest remembering the way his lips felt against hers, she could still feel his kisses across her body it made her heart feel like it was about to pound right out of her chest. She was sure it was loud enough to wake him, she could feel his warm breath hitting the back of her neck, one of his arms underneath her neck and the other crossing her waist holding her tightly to his chest. This was wrong...this was so wrong. Shifting round to lay on her back, still trapped in his arms she took in his sleeping face, he looked older then she had before, reaching up slowly her fingers traced over his cheek, feeling his rough stubble she was surprised by her actions it was like muscle memory she'd moved before she knew what she was even doing.
The moment broke the second she felt a single tear escape from her eye. How had something she'd once dreamed about become a nightmare? Staring down at her own hand, the same hand she had stroked his cheek with she caught sight of her wedding set. Jo could feel the guilt rising up in her the longer she stared at the rings. Feeling him begin to move beside her she felt fear set in, what if he woke up? They would have to talk and this was a conversation she never wanted to have. Ignoring the pounding in her head she slowly untangled herself from his arms, trying to hold back tears when he subconsciously tried to pull her closer, pressing his nose into her neck gently. As she slipped out from under the covers, she suddenly felt found herself feeling very self-conscious. It's silly and she knows it, he's asleep but even if he wasn't it was nothing he hasn't seen before. Jo inwardly cringed as she untangled her panties from the lampshade, pulling down her bra from the curtain pole, she scanned the room where is that damn dress? There it was crumpled underneath his shirt. The zip was broke from where he had ripped it from her body the night before, suddenly feeling very hot Jo took one more look at him, sleeping peacefully tangled up in the sheets, his chest was rising slowly. Jo felt like she's betrayed herself because for a single moment she wanted nothing more than to get back in that bed with him, lie in his arms again and remember what it felt like to feel that safe and that loved. But it wasn't real, not anymore.
The guilt that was sitting firmly in her heart was eating her alive the longer she stayed in this room. He had moved on, he had his own responsibilities and so did she...she had one very important person waiting for her at home and she couldn't afford to ruin everything she'd worked so hard for. With her shoes in one hand and her room key in the other, she began to tiptoe towards the door, praying he wouldn't wake so that she could get back to her room and out of this hotel before he had the chance to confront her if she left now this could be an unspoken mistake.
Six years ago he had walked away from her so easily, it had shattered her heart to watch him leave and never once had Jo imagined walking away from him. Oh Alex Karev, the first man she had truly loved and had been truly loved by, walking away from you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do and yet I've never been so sure it was the right thing to do, because the further away from you I am, the safer my heart is and the truth is I just can't afford for it to break again.
It's a short opening chapter but I hope you guys will enjoy this story.
Thank you for reading. As always I own nothing.
Love the Way You Lie - Eminem
