Old Flames 02 (fiction, M29/F28, con, friends, exs, rekindle)

I woke up the next morning still feeling the stout beers after having an unexpected visitor that was now sleeping on my couch.

I knew it was morning because the morning light was still shining into my window making me wish I had invested in those black out blinds but sighed as I got up from my bed and made my way to my bathroom as I did the ole *lean* towards the toilet to relieve myself.

I walked out of the bathroom and put on a pair of shorts remembering that I now had a guest and couldn’t really walk around in the buff anymore….at least I don’t think.

I was still on the fence **if** last night really happened OR I had one too many stouts and had *nightmared* last night.

What???

I had **LONG** given up that Sam would come to her senses and come back to me fantasizing that we *could* return to where we left off.

And like I said I didn’t *hate* her….more like accepted her choice and moved on as she clearly did with all that she did.

So yes it was now a *nightmare* that she was coming back into my life and **not** a *dream* as that idea had long ago died.

I walked out of my bedroom and looked over the railing into the living room to find Sam’s form still sleeping on the couch right where I left her.  

Except now she looked comfortable now compared to last night when she was standing out in the freezing night air.

I looked down at her and thought *nope last night **did** happen*.

I sighed at the sight and walked the rest of the way down as I moved to the kitchen and proceeded to make coffee.  Then I turned on the tablet sitting in my kitchen as I opened the stocks app to see how my current stocks were doing making sure nothing bad happened over night as I made mental notes to see how I could further broaden my portfolio before moving over to the podcast section and turning on a podcast of Pete Harris talking about stocks on the rise and what it means while I made some coffee.

I was mildly listening while I let the coffee beans burr, not really caring if I was being loud or not as it was **my** house and all sense of niceties to Sam left at the same time she left me.

Ok I *might* be a little sour about how things ended but I remained confident that I had moved on and she was a guest….even if she was a little *unwanted* at the moment.

I listened as Pete talked about the quarter marks for different companies and where they sat at that moment and gave his two cents if it was time to dump the stocks or invest in the stocks.  I kept an ear for the stocks I had and paid attention as he mentioned one of my stocks.  

Pete lightly talked about one of my stocks and gave his *two cents* saying holding the stock was good but investing at this moment wasn’t exactly sound as he was predicting a possible dip during quarter three and that’s the *best* time to invest more if you’re willing.

I smiled as I listened to Pete as his *predictions* were *usually* on point.  Granted he has had a few *hiccups* on a couple of stocks but that was to be expected as you couldn’t predict it ALL.

I pressed my coffee after Pete went over the second stock as I turned down the volume and lightly started thinking and waited for the next STOCK that I had to be mentioned in **this** podcast before moving onto the next.

I began lightly sipping my coffee when I heard a groan coming from the living room signaling that Sam was finally awake as she moaned, “Is that you Kev?”

I grunted loudly, “Yeah Sam it’s me,” as I thought *who **else** could it be as it was **my** house she was sleeping in.*  But I let the thought slide as I didn’t want to yell….or fight with her.

I saw Sam get up from the sofa in my periphery trying to not stare as I watched her stretch before she made her way to the kitchen.

When she entered the kitchen my brain instantly stopped gears as my eyes bulged from their sockets.

Sam had waltzed into the kitchen in a see-thru number as I noticed Sam’s *change* that told me she was no longer the girl that **I** remembered.

When Sam and I were together, mind you this **was** over seven years ago, she was gorgeous….well to me she was gorgeous.  She was this petite goddess in my mind with assets that only **I** got to play with.

And seeing how last night she was fairly covered up I didn’t know how much she exactly changed.

But **now** I saw it as she was heavily tattooed with a fair amount of piercings that adorned her **still** petite body that had captivated my youth.  A body that had somehow defied physics and remained taut….and now more toned.

I nearly choked on my coffee as I saw the *change* in Sam’s image.

Sam sniffed around, “Is that coffee I smell?”

I held the mug up to my face *trying* to not ogle Sam’s new body before the question finally penetrated my brain and grunted as I set my mug down and retrieved a mug.  I set the mug down on the island and proceeded to pour the elixir into her mug before returning to sip on my black coffee.

Sam looked down at the dark brew before looking at me, “Do you mind if I could get some cream or something?”

I waved my hand towards my fridge and spoke nonchalantly, “Help yourself.”

Sam frowned at my exterior before she nodded and meekly spoke, “Thanks.”

She got up and went to my fridge giving me a chance to *remember* her taut posterior as it swayed from side to side slightly as she walked the small distance from the island to my fridge to retrieve my milk and come back to sitting next to the island.

She held up the milk, “Is this fine?  You don’t have any **real** creamer.”

I looked at her and nodded, keeping my face as stoic as possible.  Sam caught my stoic exterior and she poured some milk into the dark elixir changing its profile before setting the milk down and looking at me, “I guess we should *talk*?”

I shrugged, “What is there to talk about Sam?” as I sipped on my dark concoction while I lightly listened to the podcast.

I watched as Sam sighed looking at the coffee before she finally spoke, “I wanted to say *Thank you* for last night.”

I looked at her remaining stoic, “You already said that.  Multiple times in fact.”

She nodded as she looked down at her coffee, “Yeah I did.”

We remained quiet for a few moments before she looked up looking at me seriously, “Listen I wanted to say sorry for what happened all those years ago.”

I looked at her and sipped on my coffee as I tried to not relive those memories and decided I didn’t want to and waved at her, “Water under the bridge.”

She looked at me, “Really?  Because you’re treating me like a second class citizen.”

I looked at her and put down my mug leaning forward, “And **HOW** should I treat you **SAM**?”

She looked at me as she inflected the same amount of force as she replied, “NOT like this!”

I looked at her *trying* to not look down at the see-thru material that held her *assets* as I spoke clearly, “And **HOW** am **I** treating you right now **SAM**?”

She looked at me as she squinted, “Like I **should** feel guilty for what **I** did.”

I looked at her and spoke, “That’s **not** what I’m doing Sam.”

She yelled at me, “Oh YEAH!!!”

I spoke clearly without yelling, “YES.”

She looked at me, “Then *HOW* come, that’s what **I** feel like you’re doing?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know maybe **you** have unfulfilled things **you** need to get off **your** chest.”  I sipped my coffee as it did its job of not strangling her as I continued and pointed at her, “Remember **YOU** came here out of **YOUR** own free will.  **YOU** did that.  Not me.  I didn’t *BEG* you to come back AFTER LEAVING ME.  **YOU**’RE the one who **begged** me to crash on **my** couch last night on a whim.  A *whim* **you** decided on.”

Before she could *retort* to my last statement especially the **begging** comment I leaned forward, “So **WHEN** I say it’s *water UNDER the bridge* means it’s **water UNDER the bridge** ***SAM***.  If you want to rehash some old *shit* that no longer applies to *me* do it somewhere else.  **I’VE…..MOVED…..ON…..SAM**”

I set my coffee down and took my first step as Sam yelled at me, “FINE!!! AS SOON AS I’M DRESSED I’LL BE OUT OF YOUR HAIR!!!”

I looked over my shoulder speaking calmly, “Do as you wish **Sam**.  Run away like you’ve **always** done.”

I saw her jaw open and watched as her tears were now falling as I turned and walked away.

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