Zora's Chance

Pulling out a bottle of Black Label, she looked at it and began to shake.
“What the hell did I just do?”
Placing the bottle on the top of the cabinet, she sank to the floor and covered her face with her hands. Then the sobbing began.
She sat there for a while until her tears subsided and wiped her eyes. “Well, guess I just got that kick to start my own business.” Zora chuckled humorlessly.
A knock came on her front door. With a groan, she pushed up from her position on the tiled floor. Weary steps took her over to the door and she opened it.
Chance stood there with a crooked smile on his face. “Hey.” His expression sobered as he looked at her face. “Is everything okay?”
“Peachy,” Zora said trying hard to be as cheerful and upbeat as she normally was.
It didn’t work.
“What’s wrong, Zora?” he asked entering her home and closing the door on the cold winter afternoon.
“Why should anything be wrong? I’m fine. Yelled at my boss, quit my job, and drove home like an idiot. But sure…I’m just peachy.”
He pulled her into his embrace and Zora inhaled the sharp crisp smell of a winter day along with the heady scent of Chance Jameson. For a moment she allowed herself
to let someone else hold her up and offer support. She didn’t try to be chipper and upbeat, she just took his silently offered strength.
Chance swept her off her feet, tucking her head against his shoulder and carried her back to her room. She was almost nonresponsive as he undressed her.
“Lie here for a minute,” he commanded as he placed her naked body on the bed sheet.
Zora closed her eyes and battled the fatigue that swamped her body. Minutes later, Sade played softly and the curtains were drawn. The bed dipped as he joined her on the bed.
A low groan of approval slipped past her lips as his hands began massaging her.