This Love Hurts by W. Winters EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Delilah
His gaze is sharp; he has the most piercing blue eyes I’ve ever
seen. As I freeze where I’m standing in the middle of the
aisle, the faint noise of dull music mixed with the sound of
carts rolling by fades into the background. It all blurs together in aisle four
of the grocery store as my grip on the loaf of bread I’m holding turns so
clammy that the plastic slips.
The pitter-patter of my racing heart and my blood rushing in my ears is
all I can hear.
Nothing else matters. I can feel his eyes on me. Every time I blink, I see
them, surrounded by shadows.
I take my time, placing the items from my cart back on the shelves with
trembling fingers. There are only four things seeing as how I just got here, a
bag of rice being the first item to go back on the bottom shelf before I
slowly and meticulously roll my cart to the end of the only aisle I’ve been
down.
It’s chilling, the fear that rolls down my spine knowing he’s watching
me. Feeling him again. Is it fear, though? My heart beats wildly in response
to the question, fighting and railing against the decision to act calm. I can’t
let anyone know. I just need to get out of here… So we can be alone.
My heart isn’t afraid, not like my logical side is. When the shadow is
just barely seen, tall and foreboding, my stomach drops and my heart flips
with recognition. It’s an undeniable feeling when you miss someone you
know you shouldn’t. I try to focus on the sound of wheels squeaking against
the linoleum floor and the noisy clang of metal from carts being lined up in
order to help ground me.
“Do you need any help?” The question comes from a young man in a
red vest that barely hides the nondescript black logo on his white shirt
beneath it. I recognize him; I’ve seen him a number of times in this grocery
store. I’m certain he’s rung me up a handful of times since I returned here a
month ago.
How did I think I could move back, even if the house is on the outskirts
in the middle of nowhere, and he wouldn’t find me? How could I be so
foolish to think he wouldn’t come for me?
A sinking feeling in my chest moves my hand there, and the paper list in
my hand crinkles as I do. I’d forgotten all about it and as I gaze down at the
blurred pen lines and wrinkled paper, I do my best to school my expression.
“Oh, no,” I say and my throat is too tight as I speak. I close my eyes,
forcing a simple smile to my lips and clear my throat. “I just realized
something,” I answer, finally looking the young man in his deep brown
eyes. “I have a call in ten minutes and I’m going to take it in my car then
come back,” I lie, that smile staying in place although everything in my
body wants me to run. Run from here, get far away from other people.
The young man, who looks like he’s college age or maybe younger,
offers me a friendly smile in return. “Understood,” he says with a nod and
returns to lining up stacks of carts with the one I’ve just brought back up
front.
Even now, as I take each deliberate step through the glass double doors
that slide open automatically as I approach and feel the cool breeze of early
spring against my heated face, I try to rid myself of the memories that flash
before my eyes.
The bar. The drinks. The feel of a chilled glass of white wine mixed
with the scent of whiskey from the man next to me. The court cases and late
nights spent getting lost in bed with a man I knew I shouldn’t be with. The
flirtation, rules being broken.
My heels click as I remember losing my law license, as every dreadful
moment returns with the stain of blood. So much blood. Acts of passion that
couldn’t be taken back. The pain that’s already present mingles with so
much more.
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