I can’t believe it’s been a year already! One year ago, the love of my life and I found our way back to each other, and here I am, getting ready for our wedding! I looked at myself in the mirror as my stylist finished the last curl in my hair. We wanted a winter wonderland theme, and my bridal team knocked it out of the park! Mom was fluffing out my dress and trying to do anything to keep her mind busy. I think she’s still having a hard time adjusting to the fact that I’m about to become Mrs. Sophia Tanner. I am too. Trying to get my dress on without me falling over or messing up my hair or makeup was the most considerable pain in the ass I have ever attempted to deal with. “You look beautiful, Snowflake.” Mom said, clearly fighting back her tears. I smiled and hugged her, “Thanks, Mom.” There was a knock on the door, and Amanda went over to it and opened it, making sure no one could see me from the other side. Amanda then moved out of the way and smiled at me as Da
As I packed my books in a box, the love of my life, Christopher Tanner, walked into my room. “Hey, cutie.” He said; I smiled, placing the last stack of books in the box, “Hey,” I said, kissing his cheek, “have you come to help me pack?” I asked, but he held me before saying, “I’m hoping to talk you out of leaving.” I sighed, “Chris,” I said, “we’ve been over this. I want to go to New York to pursue my dream of becoming an author.” “You can be an author here!” Chris snapped, which made me jump back. Chris took a deep breath before saying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get upset.” I nodded. Since his father died, Chris has had many anger issues. I confessed my worry to his mother. She had noticed his aggression too and planned to confront him about it. If she ever did, I didn’t know. Chris pulled me into another hug and hugged me even tighter than before. “It’s okay, Chris,” I said, rubbing his back. I knew he was right; I didn’t have to move to New York to become an author, but i
I sat at my desk reviewing some work. It’s been six years since I moved to New York, and I’m still only an assistant. My novel is nowhere near finished, at least. However, my best friend and boss, Jesse Owens, have read my drafts, and he loves them! I only wish I thought it was half as good as he says it is. “Sophia, can you come here, please?” I hear Jesse call. I got up and walked over to his office, “Yes?” I said; he motioned for me to have a seat, then turned his attention to me, “How’s the book?” He asked; I smiled and gave him a look,“Jess, is there anything important you need from me?” I asked, making sure to emphasize the important things. He smiled, cupped his hands, and leaned forward, “Yes,” he replied. I sat up as I waited to hear what he needed me to do, “I need to know about the book!” I mentally slapped myself in the face. How did I not see that one coming, I asked myself; sighing, I pulled out my phone and emailed him the latest draft. When his computer dinged, he
After packing the car, I double-checked my apartment for anything I had forgotten. Mom has been blowing up my phone every ten minutes to see when I’d be there, and I tell her each time that it’s a five-hour drive and that I haven’t left yet. I was about to get in the car when the phone rang again. Ignoring it, I texted her to tell her I was about to leave. Cranking up the music as I tried to calm my nerves, I just prayed that I don’t see Chris any time soon. I arrived home almost two hours late due to traffic and a detour. I pulled up in the driveway, and Mom came out and hugged me, “Oh, my baby, I’ve missed you!” I smiled and hugged her, “I’ve missed you too, Mom,” I said. We got my bags out of the car after she finally released me. Mom escorted me inside and brought me to my old bedroom; there was fresh bedding, towels, and a fluffy robe. And as a bonus, mom situated my desk for me. “I remember when you were younger, you’d have so many colors of pens, so I bought a new pack
Work has been brutal. Editing over one hundred pages is pure torture. I stepped away from the desk and stretched my arms out. The weight of my eyes was difficult to hold open, so I decided it was best to lay down and maybe take a nap. When I awoke, it was about one in the afternoon. I walked over to my closet and changed into my running clothes. Walking out of my room, I didn’t see Mom anywhere. Sighing, I walked out of the house and began jogging down the sidewalk. Music was blasting through my headphones as I ran. The pulsing of my legs, beating of my heart, and music in my ears was pure bliss. I was so caught up in my mind that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was running. I almost ran into a tree but instead tripped over its roots. Twisting my ankle as I fell. “Damn it!” I yelled, sitting up to look at my ankle. Sighing, I sat there for a moment before someone walked up, “Miss, are you alright?” A young man asked; his blond hair was pulled back, and his hazel eyes shon
While I was in school, whenever I sprained my ankle, I had my writing, but now, all I can do is lay here and do my work; at least I got more time to work on my book once my actual work was done. For the past week, I have been sitting on the couch and bed, working. Mom stuck around the house to look after me, but after a couple days, she trusted that I’d be able to take care of myself. I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I was nearly done with my work for the day, so I decided to take a break to make a sandwich. Ham, turkey, mayo, and cheese, the perfect sandwich! I grabbed a drink and my favorite chips and went back to the living room to watch a movie. After my lunch, I went back to work. Mom returned and smiled at me, “So, what are your plans for after Christmas?” She asked; I shrugged, “Probably go back home,” I replied; Mom seemed disappointed, “I was hoping you’d stay for New Year’s Eve.” I sighed, “I’ll see what I can do,” I told her
I sighed as I walked into the diner and sat in a booth. I can’t believe I was meeting with my father, assuming he even showed up. The waitress said, “Hello, my name is Briana. What can I get you, dear?” I smiled at her, “Sweet tea, please,” I told her, then she went to get my drink. I sat there and looked over the menu when I heard my name, “Sophia,” I looked to see my father; his dark hair had grayed over the years. “Hi, Dad,” I said, motioning for him to sit across from me. “How have you been?” He asked me; I smiled, “I’ve been fine.” I replied, “I’m only here for Christmas, and then I’m heading home.” His brow raised in curiousness, “Where do you live now?” I wasn’t sure if I should answer but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “New York.” I said, “I’ve been living there for the last six years.” Dad seemed surprised, “So, you and Chris, you’re not,” “No,” I interrupted, “we’re not together. We haven’t been in s
Touch. What a delicate sense. The feeling of someone touching my body left me breathless… I couldn’t see or hear; all I could do was feel. Lips making their way down my body. Hands caressing my skin as if I were a fragile doll that could break any moment. I felt the person causing these strange feelings come up to my ear and whisper, “I want you.” The voice was deep and husky. I didn’t know who the owner was, but my body ached for whoever he was. My lips parted, “I want you too,” I muttered. Soon, I felt this man’s hands on my body, yearning to take me. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt him slip into me, moaning my name, “Sophia…” My eyes shot open at the sound of my alarm; sighing, I reached over to shut it off. Getting up, I wiped the sweat off my brow and sat there, trying to compose myself. Who was that man, I wondered? Do I know him? I decided to ponder this as I got dressed for the day. Part of me wanted to curl back in bed to see if I could