SUBLET – Part 5

SUBLET – Part 5

Story by Reina Torres

What happens when two exes have to live in an apartment built for one?

Steven and Mariah were once lovers, but working in professional theater doesn’t make a love affair easy, or even possible for many who find themselves all over the world on tours. Working on a stage show in New York City, Steven sublets Mariah’s barely-big-enough-for-one apartment. What are they to do when her world tour shuts down as well as his show?

They can’t go anywhere else, so they’ll just have to stay together.

Published in short story sized sections, “Sublet” will give you a love story in several acts and, hopefully, leave you calling for an encore at the end! ALL five parts of the story are in this file, so if you’ve read Parts 1, 2, 3, and 4, select Part 5 to continue!

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She felt his presence at her shoulder and spoke before she could think better of it and change her mind, “Do you remember why we…why we fell apart?”

Something swelled in her throat as she waited for his answer. Something timid and deathly curious at the same time crept over her shoulders and trailed up through the nape of her neck.

She shouldn’t have asked the question at all because she was afraid to find out the answers. “Maybe it’s been too long.”

His hands settled on her shoulders. His fingers gripped her gently. Securely.

Mariah couldn’t tell if she’d leaned back against him, or if he had stepped closer, but either way, she had him against her back.

There was something about his warmth, holding her, bringing her flush against him that stirred up more than old memories. It stirred up real, current feelings.

About Reina Torres            

Who would have thought that I’d start off as a painfully shy child writing stories and end up as a painfully shy adult writing books and publishing them for others to read? Crazy? That’s me!!

When I was a little girl, I read every book I could get my hands on and if I didn’t have one available to read, I’d get out my pencils and paper and write down stories and scenes. Waiting for my mom to finish working, I’d duck into the ladies’ breakroom and use the typewriter. I’d feel like Jessica Fletcher, happily tap, tap, tapping away until I got to “The End.” Couldn’t quite get the flourish after that and end up tearing the paper, but it was cool and scary to sit down and read the book or give it to my friends to read.

Now, my “typewriter” doesn’t clack the same way, and I don’t even have paper to pull out of it with a nod of satisfaction, but I have the joy and excitement of sharing my characters and books with people all around the world!

I hope you’ll enjoy reading my books because I’m going to keep writing as long as the characters are feeling chatty!