Free Unbreakable by Amie Nichols

telling me it was all better. I feel his warm hands on my
knees. He starts to slide them up my thighs and as they reach the
hem of my t-shirt I look up. He’s smiling and raises his
eyebrows.
    “You remembered,” he says, his eyes soft as
he starts to lean forward. He moves his hands from my thighs and
takes my face in his strong hands.
    I feel his soft lips touch mine then his kiss
deepens. His tongue pushes my lips open and it enters my mouth. My
stomach tightens and I feel something deep down. Pain that is
tugging me from deep within and it feels so good. I place my hands
around his neck curling my fingers in is hair. I feel him come
closer, my legs being pushed apart by his body.
    We are startled apart by a loud, “Hmmhem!”
Jeffrey is standing at the door clearing his throat to let us know
of his presence. Luke pushes away from me and his face goes flush.
He lifts me up under my arms and sets me down in a glass free zone.
I stand there, my knees weak, as Jeffery walks into the kitchen
seeing the glass on the floor.
    “What happened?” He barks looking at his son
then up at me. He turns his head away from me when he sees that I
am half naked, wearing only my t-shirt. I start to back away not
able to mutter a word. As I turn the corner out of view, I rest up
against the wall of the entrance to the great room. I try to catch
my breath and I overhear their conversation.
    “Luke you have to be careful with her, she is
very inexperienced,” Jeffrey scolds his son. “She’s getting better,
but you need to take it slow. She has a very low-self esteem,” he
explains sounding protective of me.
    “Don’t you think I know that, Dad?” Luke
shouts defending himself. “I would never hurt her and you know
it”.
    “It’s just that she’s got living to do,” his
dad says. “I know how you feel about her, and I know you would
never hurt her. I guess I just feel a little protective of her
right now,” he admits.
    “Dad, I am not going to hurt her. All I’ve
ever wanted is to be with her, protect her, and love her. You know
that, that’s why you sent me away!” Luke shouts at his dad.
    I slap my hand over my mouth, and run up the
stairs to my room shutting the door. I lie on my bed, burying my
head in my pillow, and scream. Scream with joy, with excitement.
All he wants is to be with me. I pick up my cell phone to call
Emma. I need to talk to someone now. I see that I have a text from
her before I am able to call.
    From Emma: *Hey something came up. I won’t
be over, but I will call you later. Love Ya.*
    I dial her number anyway hoping she’ll
answer, but it goes straight to voice mail. “Damn!” I say aloud to
myself then jump off the bed and head to the bathroom.
    After I shower and dress, I pull my hair up
in ponytail. I search my closet for something to wear, and decide
on a short, light blue flared skirt with a white tee.
    The kitchen is empty when I walk in. The
glass is all cleaned up and the ladder is gone. I walk to the
French doors to look outside and there is no one in sight. I shrug
wondering where he went when Jeffery walks around the corner of
utility room in the back of the kitchen.
    I look at him and go flush thinking that he
just saw me making out with his son in nothing but a t-shirt.
Jeffrey is very handsome also. I know where Luke gets his good
looks from. His graying hair makes him look distinguished and his
tan skin is very leathery from years of working outside.
    “Sorry about the chandelier,” he apologizes
as he is grabbing a glass from the cupboard. Now that Jane is gone
I have insisted that he comes in the house to take breaks and cool
off, and that he is to make himself at home. He was never allowed
in the house when Jane was alive. It took him awhile to do this,
but now is very comfortable rummaging in the kitchen for snacks and
drinks. “You’re like family to me,” I reassured him after the
funerals of my father and Jane. “I want you to think of this as
your home, too,” I