• DIVORCÈE •

Part 2

"Yes." I whisper back, moving to my closet. I wear a robe, and my robe is getting soaking wet due to my damp hair. Red curls are beginning to form, as I pull open my closet slowly and grab a night gown.

Thomas doesn't look at me once I turn around. "I'll be back." I tell him, tip toeing out.

"Ok." He coos back.

I go to the bathroom and run oil through the ends of my hair. I wash my hands and move to my face, putting some cream my mother gave me years ago on my face, I see my features come to life. I pull off my robe, leaving it in a puddle on the floor, and move to the night gown. I put it over my head, until the material stops at my knees and put my hair up in a bun.

I pull open the door and am greeted by none other than Thomas. I gasp, but before I can hear myself inhale sharply and the cries of Evangeline, his hand covers over my mouth and he leans in. Our eyes lock as Thomas shushes me.

He's got a grin on his face, "If she wakes up, I'll be so pissed." He laughs, looking down at me.

I freeze, noting his face and how much I've missed being this close to him. Something comes over me, something that I don't attest to. It's my hands that find their way to his neck as he lets go of me and our bodies press together. Our lips mold into one another's, and it's tongue and mine that make me suppress a moan. He moves me to the counter of the bathroom and sits me on top of it. I open my legs, as my hands furiously pick at the belt he wears. Thomas pulls down the straps of my nightgown and presses his lips against my freshly revealed skin.

I run my hand down his body and feel the hard he's got on. My back comes in contact with the wall and I grunt, "Thomas," I whisper, remembering exactly what drove him insane.

I trail my hands up his back, my nails gliding over, just as he takes my breast in his mouth. I moan, arching my back.

"Thomas..." I plead, pushing his suspends off of his shoulders. I grab the back off his shirt and pull it out from under his pants. My fingers are in his hair, as he massages me the way he always did. I can feel myself getting wet.

He pulls away, staring at me as I push down his pants, I press my lips against his, kissing him passionately. Moving myself up so that my dress sits at my hips. Thomas grabs me, moving me so that he could enter me and before I can even think, he's inside of me. I moan into his mouth, feeling him fill me up. My eyes spring open, just as his rolls back. The feeling of absolute pleasure, a feeling I've missed comes rushing in following guilt. I am unable to enjoy myself as I imagine doing to Lizzie what she did to me. I pull back, looking at him.

"Thomas," my hands that rest around his arms move to his chest. I try to push him away but he doesn't allow it. Thrusting himself into me. "Thomas, stop!"

He presses his forehead against mine and exhales, "What? What is it?"

"We can't do this..." I shake my head, lightly pressing your fingers into his chest.

"Yes we can." He assure me, he moves his lips to my ear and breathes gently. "We can, y/n. Please."

Please. My heart melts as he says the word. "No, Thomas. This will only complicate things for us, for Evangeline." I defy myself by continuing to protest, I run my hand over my lip as he shakes his head.

Thomas pulls out of me and reaches for his pants. He puts them on, pushing his hair from his face and putting on the rest of his clothes with anger. He's hasty, and doesn't even send me look. I frown, as I get off of my counter and pull down my dress. He opens the door, and storms out of the room. He goes into my room and grabs his socks before pressing a kiss to Evangeline's head.

I lean against the doorframe and look at him as he walks towards me. "Thomas," I grab his arm but he tears his arm from my grasp. I shut the door to my bedroom, hoping to not awaken Eva. "Will you just sit down?" I hiss as I follow him into the living room.

"Why?" He asks, spinning around to face me. He points a finger at me. "I never wanted us to end. I never fucking wanted this to happen!" He mentions us, and the room we are in.

"Well it did!" I shout before exhaling. "God - let's get real, Thomas. If we never ended things, you'd be miserable, I'd be miserable and Evangeline would be living in a broken home."

"We could have worked things out, and been happy." He tells me quietly. "We shouldn't have just given up on each other. We should have fought."

I shake my head, knowing that we've fought. Knowing that we've tried to work it out. Knowing that we didn't simply just give up. But as I search his eyes, I can see this forgiveness and regret on his face. Thomas has aged, and not in a way that makes him look wise or noble. But a way that makes him look mature.

I sigh, looking at him. "What do you want me to say?" I whisper, as he pulls on his socks and shoves his feet into his polished shoes.

He looks at me, but doesn't say a word as he opens the front door and walks into the still dark night. Leaving me and Evangeline to ourselves again, until the next time Thomas comes by and pays us a visit.

Until next time, Thomas.