Between Hello and Goodbye

by Emma Scott

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation. —Rumi

“You’re a mysterious person, Asher Mackey.” And you’re making it difficult to dislike you, Faith Benson.

“I didn’t give you my number…” “911?” She arched a brow at me. “You walked right into that one, Asher Mackey.”

“Four days,” she said, “and then I’ll reevaluate my prospects. And I’m not going to sleep with you, firefighter.” “I don’t expect you to,” I said and couldn’t help but grin, “but let’s leave that door open.” “Closed,” she corrected with a sly smile. “But I’ll leave it unlocked.”

we’re different people. There’s a literal ocean between us, and yet…” He reached across the table to take my hand. “I don’t see how this can go anywhere, but the last fucking thing I want to think about is saying goodbye.”

“Everything you do and everything you are, Asher, just makes me want you more.”

“Aloha means to hear what is not said, to see what cannot be seen, to know the unknowable.”

“Mine,” he said and punctuated the word with a hard thrust. “This sweet pussy comes only for me.”

“We’re stuck, aren’t we? Trapped somewhere between hello and goodbye.”