Trevor tried calling Emelia’s cell phone, but it cut straight to voice mail. He took a deep breath and glanced out the window. Everything was going to work out in the end. He had a good feeling about this. 

If Emelia was there when he got there, that had to be a little bit of fate, right? The farther he got out of the city, the more hopeful he became that something good would come from this. That he’d be leaving with Emelia in the passenger seat next to him where he wanted her for the rest of their lives.

“Right here,” he said to himself. The GPS spotted a little black and white checkered flag to show he’d arrived. Except that the location was the side of a road with nothing around but trees. He drove forward a bit more. A driveway appeared out of the blue on his left. It was the only sign of civilization on the road, so he’d take his chances. Pulling down the drive, he fought to keep his breathing steady.

A white-washed house perched by the lake, it’s sprawling front porch like something from a movie. It was surrounded by willow trees, the lawn perfectly manicured. A black car sat parked in the drive. He didn’t recognize it, but she may have gotten a rental. Pulling in beside it, he parked and nearly leaped from his SUV.

He raced up the porch, knocked on the door.

Nothing. No footfalls, no sign of life. He knocked again and got the same result.

Damn it. This wasn’t the place! Chloe must have gotten the address wrong. Trotting down the steps, he wandered out back. The yard sloped into a gentle hill that curved down to the lakeshore.

A long, silver dock protruded into the water. His chest squeezed. There she was, Emelia. She had her back turned to him, her hair blowing softly in the breeze. She was sitting on the edge as a few boats drifted past. Light mist billowed up from the water as the morning glow highlighted her like an angel.

Trevor slowly approached her. He didn’t want to startle her or send her diving into the water. It was a beautiful sunny morning, and there was a satisfying breeze drifting off the water that vaporized the humidity in the air.

“Emelia?” Trevor whispered.

Emelia spun around in shock. She stood up. Her bare feet left adorable water prints as she curiously took a step towards him. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips full and luscious. She had been in a daze, Trevor could tell by the muddled and surprised look on her face.

“Trevor?” She quizzed. “What are you doing here? I came here to get away from you.”

He winced. Then, slowly walked over to her. “I needed to find you,” he croaked. “Chloe told me that you might be here.” He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the next sentence to come out of his mouth.

Emelia studied him as if she knew the moment between them was going to be epic, but she couldn’t narrow down a specific reason.

“Emelia,” Trevor whispered. There was only an inch separating their bodies. Her skin was bronze and toned under the radiant light of the sun. “I love you. If you don’t listen to another word I say, please listen to that.”

There it was. He’d laid it all out on the line for her. The ball was in her court, and he held his breath, praying that she would reciprocate.

Emelia’s eyes welled with tears; a few slid down her cheeks.

“I don’t want you here. I came here to be alone. To think.”

He respected that. If she wanted him to go, he would go. He gathered himself, his emotions, forcing himself to do what she wanted. He turned to go, but her soft voice stopped him.

“He would have died either way that night you know. Campbell, too. The fuel yard was right across the street, the front lined with full tanks. If they’d gotten a direct hit to the back of the car, the cops said they would have been forced right into the tanks.”

Her lashes fluttered. “It doesn’t make it right, Trevor. In my heart, I know you were trying to save them, to save Kyle. Yet I also know, that had you not been there to try and stop it, I’d be without both my brothers right now.”

Was she forgiving him? His face felt numb. She approached him, stopped inches from him, her gauzy white skirt fluttering around her bare feet.

“I love you, Trevor Jameson.”

“I’m so sorry, for everything,” Trevor said as his heart pounded. “I never want to hurt you, ever.”

Emelia wrapped her arms around him. “I know.” Her smile gleamed brighter than the sun.

He leaned down to press his lips to hers. She put a finger to his lips to stop him.

Emelia frowned. “Don’t you guys have a show tonight?”

Trevor nodded. “Yes, I need to get back.”

Emelia stroked his cheek. “I can’t believe you put your show at risk just to come and find me.”

Trevor laughed. “My band members aren’t thrilled with me right now,” he confessed. “But that’s what love is. I had to find you and bring you back with me.”

Emelia glanced towards the cabin.

“Do we have time for a proper reunion?” she grinned.

As soon as they got inside the cabin, Trevor began to slip off Emelia’s clothes. They fell around her body like silk slipping off her slender, tanned skin.

She gave him an eager; lust filled gaze. She was wet and slick as he pressed himself into her, grunting as he made contact between her legs and pushed his way inside of her. She felt so good. He loved making love to her, especially now that they had made up and were currently flying through the clouds.

Emelia moaned and arched her back, giving in to the pleasure. Trevor grinded on top of her, grunting as he made his way to the sweet glory of climax. He thrust harder and pumped his throbbing manhood inside of her, pulsing with unity.

Emelia wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his backside. She raked his back with her nails and ran her shaking hands through his hair. Her sexy moans stroked his ego, filling him with masculine pride.

He groaned as orgasm erupted from his cock like a geyser. It was an explosion of love as they came together. It was a magical moment that he wished he could freeze in time, but it would burn a hole through his memory forever.

––––––––

LATER THAT NIGHT, TREVOR stood on the stage. He sang and played his guitar with more enthusiasm than he’d ever had before. He felt so alive, and his euphoria was fed directly by the crowd. Emelia was there, standing in the front row.

She was the sexiest groupie in the crowd, and she was his. She danced and sang along to every word, moving her body against the beat of the music. In that singular moment of his life, he vowed to never let her slip through his fingers again.