Free Fifteen Weekends by Christy Pastore

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. “It’s weird to think that after all this time Craig would suddenly resurface.” 
      Could it really be him? For a second Emily thought about booking a ticket to London and going on a quest to find him, but what would she say to him after all this time? What the fuck happened to you? That question would be at the top of the list. Along with a slap to the face followed by a deep passionate kiss to his generous full lips.
      Emily was snapped from her daydream that reunited her with Craig when Ashleigh spoke. “True. I wonder if he actually lives in London.”
      Shaking her head Emily replied, “I’m not sure I’ll ever know.”
      Emily had tried to search for him on the Internet and even on Facebook, but the search always comes up with the same three Craig Bennett Walker’s, and none of their pictures resemble his likeness.
      “Well enough about Craig. I want to know more about your night with Ethan.”
      Handing Ashleigh a slice of cake, a smile returned to Emily’s face as the bewildered look that had just been there evaporated. 
      “Honestly, I cannot believe it happened. Ashleigh. The electricity that sparked when he kissed me ignited instantly, like he set my blood on fire.”
      “Wow…” Ashleigh swallowed hard. “That’s intense. And he told you that he and Libby ended their relationship?”
      Nodding, Emily replied, “I can hardly believe it, but I’m definitely not sad about it.”
      “So, did anything else happen?”  
      “Well nothing as exciting as what you’re conjuring in your dirty mind, I assure you of that, Ash. However, it wasn’t for his lack of trying to fuck me right there in his office. Believe me he tried— relentlessly . I probably would have let him, but my stupid brain kept telling me to make him work a little harder for it,” Emily said with an aching groan. “Ash,” Emily wailed, “It took everything in me not to give in to Ethan’s expert hands as they skimmed over my body. I mean Jesus . The man has amazingly strong hands and long fingers.” Emily’s eyebrow arched as she shot Ashleigh a sly smile.
      Fanning a hand across her face, Ashleigh swallowed the last bite of cake and said, “So let me get this straight, the man who drives you insane now wants to drive you out of your mind with pleasure?”
      Emily shrugged and smiled.
      “This is truly quite the turn of events. Sounds to me like things are going your way, Em. I wouldn’t give Craig another fucking thought. Just move forward with your life.” 
      Raising an eyebrow, Emily said, “I could advise you of the same where Liam is concerned, Ash. I know you’re still dealing with your feelings for Nick, but don’t you want to get married and start a family?”
      “Not all of us women want the white picket fence, the 2.5 kids and the shuffling back and forth between swim lessons and soccer games.” Her tone was laced with sarcasm.
      “I understand that suburban domestication is not everyone’s cup of tea,” Emily said while clearing the plates. The storm, now in full force, caused Emily’s lights to flicker. “Hell, I’m not even sure it’s mine.”
      Emily went back and forth on the issue of marriage. Some days she wanted to be married; others she shared Ashleigh’s sentiments. When Emily was with Craig she imagined their future together many times. None of the men in her life since Craig have sparked the same kind of romantic visions.
      While it wasn’t so apparent to Emily, Ashleigh knew that her friend still carried a torch for her long lost love. Emily needed closure to move on. Ashleigh, on the other hand, had a love life that was a bit more complex than just obtaining closure. Her emotional scars ran as deep as the Grand Canyon.
      “Besides, Liam lives half-way across the world, Em,” she said dryly. “I don’t see how a relationship is possible. Plus, he thinks of me only as a friend. He tells everyone we are just