Worthy of Redemption by L. D. Davis Read Free Book Online

on. I found a small plastic bag under the sink and stuffed my bloody shirt and day old underwear i nside and tied it tight. I opened the bathroom door half expecting to find Kyle sitting on the bed, but he wasn’t there. Standing in the doorway of the bedroom, I listened for him. I didn’t hear his voice, but I heard the clicking of a keyboard in the guest room. I was half tempted to leave my phone behind, but I needed it.
    Kyle sat in the guestroom with his back to me, typing madly on the keyboard. My phone was a few inches from the laptop. I left the bag with my clothes outside the door and walked in.
    “Are you finished with this?” I asked him as I picked up the phone.
    He nodded without even giving me a glance or pausing in his typing.
    “Your keys are in the freezer,” I said as I crossed the room.
    He didn’t answer or give any indication that he had heard me, but I knew he did. I left the room, grabbing my bag along the way. I went into the kitchen and took his keys out of the freezer. I put them on the end table next to the couch. I thought about leaving a note, but what could I possibly say? There was nothing to say. I was sorry for his problems, especially his family problems, but there was nothing I could do. He let me in briefly, but he was already shutting me out. I didn’t want to be that girl, trying to save someone who didn’t want me to save him. I wasn’t trying to test Kyle, but if he really wanted me or my friendship, he knew where to find me.
    I took my jacket out of the closet and slipped quietly out of Kyle’s life.
     

Chapter Three
    A year and a half later…
     
    ~Kyle~
    “I wish you never found me in the bar.”
    Emmy stood with her back to me, looking out of the large window at the far off Philadelphia skyline. I knew she was trying to put some distance between us, but I didn’t care as I approached her from behind. I inhaled the scent of her hair. It reminded me of vanilla and cherries, a sweet smell that invaded my senses and made me want to tangle my hands in her hair and pull her to me and let her feel the affect that she had on me.
    “If it wasn’t there, it would have been somewhere else,” I said in her ear as my hands slipped down her sides and rested on her hips.
    I felt her tense under my hands. I knew if I ran my thumb across her nipple or slipped my hand into her jeans, she would yield to me. If I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her slender neck, her stubborn will would break and she would be mine forever. I wanted her to want me without me seducing her into it, but being so close to her was almost too much to take after such a long absence. I was just about to pull her up against me, but she suddenly moved away.
    “I should go,” she said and speed walked to her enormous pocketbook.
    “Emmy,” I said, closely following her. I caught a hold of her wrist just as she reached the door. It was the same wrist I broke two years ago. The thought made me sick to my stomach, but I quickly pushed it out of my mind. I had to remind her of what we had, how much she used to want me and how much I still wanted her.
    “I can’t deal with losing you again,” I said to her. “What do you want me to do?” I would have done anythi ng for her to keep her. I would have given up anything.
    She looked up at me, her mouth slightly parted and a confused and pained look in her eyes.
    “I don’t think…” she shook her head as she stared at me with her beautiful brown and green blended eyes.
    “Nothing I can do?” I asked. “We just had a really nice night. I know you don’t really mean that. You had a good time.”
    “I did, but…” she blinked hard, trying hard to look away from me. “It’s not enough,” she whispered.
    I knew she was still struggling with her feelings for me. I could feel it in my soul. If I had to seduce her to make her break through those walls, then so be it.
    “Kiss me,” I said, leaning in close to her.
    “No,” she said, but it wasn’t