Hello, Valentine (Holiday Love)

“How long are you going to hold on, May? Andrew is a man. True. But he is also our brother, and the parentals will lose their shit. Do you really think he is going to go against his dad?” My heart cracks a little more as she voices the thoughts that have been going through my head. It's true. Men like Drew when they want something; they go after it, no holds barred, gin blazing. So what am I holding out for? “I get it, trust me,” she mumbles. “I know what the conflict feels like. The difference is, you can get out before it is too late, and you’re invested. Get out before you are in danger of being irrevocably destroyed. Go, May.” she implores me with not only her words but her expressions as well.

“Trust me, Lori, I know. I just...I love him. I love him, and no matter how hard I try, it won’t go away. I just have to know for sure so that when I move on, I have no regrets. You know?” she nods her head and smiles.

“Yea. I know.”

We sit in silence for a bit before my calendar alarm goes off. I look and smile. I have a Girls Spa weekend this weekend. You know, like a last-minute, hurrah for me and my friends. It couldn’t come at a better time. I need to relax and clear my head. My heart… that would take more work.

Chapter Seven

Andrew

It has been a week since I have seen or talked to my May, and I am itching like a bad rash. I haven’t heard her sweet, sensual voice since that night I made her come over the phone, and I am losing my mind. She called me a few times, all of which I was in meetings with the lawyers from the business. When I would call her back, it would go straight to VM. I started to go there a couple of times, but, with it being my parents' house, what would I do? Like now, my dad called and ask me to come over for dinner tonight, and though my body is threatening to abandon itself like a shifter, knowing I am going to be in the same room as her, sniffing her from across the room, I am also cognizant of the fact that there will be eyes everywhere.

“Hey, Andrew. How have you been feeling?” I turned to face my doctor. I am at a follow-up to see if I can begin PT. God, I hope so. I want to be able get back to work. Get back to what I do. Plus, I can’t very well carry my woman on a boot.

“Good. No more pain when I put my weight on it. It’s stiff, of course, when I take the boot off to ice it, but I can move it without too much discomfort.”

“That’s excellent. They took you to X-Ray first, right?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Let me go and see if those have been read yet.” he walks out of the room, leaving me once again with my thoughts, and that is fucked since all I can seem to hear is the sound of her cries as she called my name while she peaked. That, however, is also overshadowed by the vision of some asshole’s hand on her all over social media. I searched all night for information on that little prick. Nothing I found showed him as a threat, but it also did not calm to storm in me. No one touches her—no one but me. “Sorry, that took so long. Let’s see what we have here.”

I wait while the doc looks everything over, my mind wandering and annoyed. How long does it take to read an X-Ray? “Longer than people think, to make sure you are seeing what you should.” shit. I said that out loud. “Everything looks good. Seems it was not a fracture like we thought initially. You are healing nicely. The break is a simple, clean one that is not the size of a fingernail. I am going to recommend you wear the boot a few hours out of the day and spend a few hours exercising it in PT. No running, sprints, or jumping still for a few more weeks. Walking, however, should be ok. Here is the referral for PT and a follow-up appointment in four weeks. Have a nice day.” He walks out, and I finally exhale. Thank fuck. I need full function of my entire body.

“Hello,” I say, answering my phone.

“Just confirming you will be here tonight for dinner, son.”

“Yes, dad. I will be there. I told you I would. Do you need me to bring anything?”

“No. Your mother has it all set. See you at six.” he hangs up like the final word has been brought down, and I find myself annoyed once again. I look at the clock and note I have two hours before I need to be there. Just enough time to go home, shower, jizz while in there, so maybe my dick will behave and check on my surprise.