The Perfect Emotion
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Authors: Melissa Rolka
Book Two of The Perfect Series
by Melissa Rolka
The Perfect Emotion
By Melissa Rolka
Copyright ©2013 by Melissa Rolka
All Rights Reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in whole or in part by any means.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events portrayed in this book are the product of the author’s imagination or are either fictitious or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Editor: Becky Martindell
Cover photo: Shutterstock.com
Cover Design: Sommer Stein with Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Interior Formatting: Tami Norman, Integrity Formatting
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ABLE OF
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D
EDICATION
I’m dedicating this book to anyone who struggles to find his or her true love.
As many may know love can often take time, only showing up at the right moments in life.
May each and every one of you find your perfect love.
P
RELUDE
I know she is back at school and still she has not reached out to me. I’ve seen her on campus without her knowing I’ve seen her. I’m not stalking her, but more building up the nerve to approach her. Yet, at the same time it’s difficult to refrain from approaching her. Hell, I know if I approach her I won’t be able to touch her and that’s exactly what I’ll want to do. I’ll want to claim her. She didn’t ask me to wait for her and yet I have. It’s my last semester as an undergrad and I could care a less. I’m consumed with thoughts of Kate, Katherine. I want her back so badly, I can remember the way she smelled and tasted. I carry her letter in my wallet and pull it out often. It’s worn especially over her name because I always linger on the x and o.
I gave her time, but after two weeks I couldn’t stop myself. I drove south all the way to her family home. I had talked to Maggie regularly, but I have never told her about my trip even afterwards. Once I got to her house I parked up the street a little with the perfect view of her home. I just sat there staring hoping to see something. What I’m not sure. I guess I thought if I saw a glimpse of her that everything would become clear. Eventually, I pulled the letter out again and lingered on the words that she needed time.
Fuck time. I didn’t want to give her anymore time. I felt like time would only allow her to slip away, move on or worse find her way back to Kyle. Every time I thought of Kyle and what had happened I had to remind myself to relax my neck and jaw, and unclench my fists.
I sat in my car for over three hours unable to approach and then the garage door opened. I saw a woman who resembled Kate from a distance approaching the car that was parked in the driveway. Her hair was long and blonde against her thin frame just like Kate. Then my breath hitched and my mouth gaped as I saw
my beautiful girl
. The urge to run to her was buzzing through my body, but I stopped myself. I stared in disbelief. Even from a distance I could see sadness all about her face and frame. She looked withdrawn and her athletic body looked too thin. She was thin anyway, but strong and now she looked frail. Her hair was tied back in a long braid hanging over one of her shoulders and her other shoulder carried a travel bag. The same bag she used when she spent the night at my place. I cringed with longing to bring her back to my place right now. The woman I assume is her mother got in the driver side and Kate got in the passenger side. Hope flooded my mind that she was driving her back to school.
I never did get out of the car. Instead I watched them drive off in the opposite direction. I can’t lie though that I didn’t feel a rush at the thought that she would be back on campus later that day. The thought of wrapping her up in my arms with her face pressed into my chest gave me chills. Then the thought of her feeling thin and frail in my arms worried me. The worry took over and I drove back up to campus at a speed that should have gotten me a ticket.
She never did come back that day or the rest of that semester. Reluctantly and with Maggie’s assurance I kept my distance and gave her
time
. Once again, I say fuck time. I’m done with giving her time. The campus is sparse at this hour because it’s just after eight at night. I’m at a slow pace in the shadows as she walks out of class across campus toward her dorm. The snow is kicking up around her boots onto her jeans that are pressed tightly against her thin legs and into her boots. Her long hair sticks out of her knitted hat and her arms are hugged around her chest to ease the cold wind hitting her in this direction. I can tell she’s forgotten her gloves again by the way she’s folded them into her body. Her pace is quick and I wonder if she’s hoping not to be seen … by me, of course it could be to escape the cold wind. I bite down on the inside of my cheek hoping I’ll find my answer out soon enough.