You Won't!
"I think it's sweet!" Calleigh said of her co-worker being reunited with his first love. "You're not calling him to see what he's doing!" She snatched her fiance's phone from his hand. "That's just mean!"
Emily waited for Ryan. She wore just a pair of short denim shorts and tank-top. She knew what the two were going to do the moment he arrived. The less clothes she wore, the better. Her small apartment was a basic bed-sitting room. The kitchen, dining room and main bedroom were one. It was spacious enough to accommodate a double bed in the center in the room, along with a long sofa on the side of the room underneath the window that could pull out into a bed and have enough room to entertain company and not have to move the coffee table that in the middle of the room. There was also a small storage room which she used a spare room, where she placed a futon sofa. She had already closed the blinds for when her guest arrived, not waiting to give any passers-by a thrill or traumatize innocent eyes.
She dashed to the door the moment she heard the knock. She pulled Ryan in by the his collar, slamming the door behind him and swiftly locked the door. Again with a word the two kissed passionately.
Ryan was the first to speak when their lips parted.
"Jesus, have I missed you!" He said emotionally.
Small tears had gathered in Emily's eyes. Tears she couldn't shed earlier at the café or at work. She was having a hard believing that she wasn't dreaming when she had Ryan Wolfe in her arms again.
"I missed you, too. You have no idea how bad!"
Sure Emily had dated and had few semi-serious relationships in the past eleven years and she did love the men to certain degree but when it come down to it, all of them had one thing running against him; they weren't Ryan Wolfe.
The couple were on the bed, naked in the center of the room in less than two minutes. After making love feverishly for over an hour the two finally rested, laying naked in each other's arms just taking about the past 11 years. Emily learned Ryan had moved from patrol and was now a CSI at the crime lab. Ryan found out that Emily looked at a major photography firm and photographed ever type of occasion imaginable, except visiting celebrities, as well as free-lancing her own work some of which was displayed in frames on the walls of her apartment. Photographing celebrities didn't take any skill in her mind and was far from any sort of art.
Maybe he was biased but Ryan always thought Emily was talented; even if Emily's foster parents had told her work was "nothing but glorified hobby" and were disappointed and vocal to this day that she had picked that to study in college. Emily never cared, then or in the present; she found her passion. Emily laughed telling Ryan she also did a many lay-outs for bakeries and restaurants, she was surprised she didn't weigh a thousand pounds with all freebies she got there. Ryan did not know that Emily's best girlfriend from childhood, Selena O'Riley, someone Ryan had also grown up with and knew fairly well, lived in Sarasota, just over an hour away. He had lost touch with everyone from his childhood when he moved to Florida. Still the only person he ever missed was Emily.
"She didn't know you were here, either, we talk at least once a week," Emily said, hugging into Ryan.
Ryan had taken a extra set of clothes from his locker at work knowing he was most likely going to be spending the night at Emily's. He left from there at 7:15am, Emily didn't have to leave just yet.
"I love you," both whispered before he left. "I'll see you at lunch?"
Ryan had given Emily the address to one of the best Chinese buffet in the city. Having been there only three months she had been there yet.
Chinese food was one Emily's favorite take-outs, that and pizza and pasta.
"You bet," Emily said.