“I think you better go unlock your front door ...”
twelve
Everett
I’m a goddamn idiot.
I walked out of that house and the second I breathed the cold night air, I wanted to slap myself.
Also, I think I deserve a medal.
That was a Herculean effort to say any of that and then actually leave her when she looked all mussed and beautiful.
However, what I said was the truth. I will want her any day, and being with her when she’s hurting from something that douchebag did isn’t exactly what I want our first time in years to be built around. So I came back to my house, cursing everyone and everything.
I roll to my side, punching the pillow in hopes I can get comfortable now that it’s after midnight and I have to be up in four hours.
Great.
I am trying to close my eyes when my phone pings, and I sit up quickly. It could be the alarm company informing me my mother opened the doors again.
It is not that, though.
No, it’s much more ... surprising.
Violet
It’s tomorrow, and I want you. Come to my bed and let me show you what I regret.
I stare at the text, and then I’m throwing the covers off and getting to my feet before I can even think about it.
Well, there goes all the restraint I thought I had.
I’m out the door before I can even get my sweatshirt on over my head. This time, it doesn’t take me ten minutes.
No, I’m through the brush that separates our houses in less than one and across her lawn in another.
Two fucking minutes and if I had been on the first floor, I would’ve been here in one.
I’m not sure if I should knock since she told me to come to her bed, but I do, and the door opens within a second.
We stand here, staring at each other, and I clear my throat.
“Are you sure?” Giving her one last out.
Her chest rises and falls as I watch a million emotions dance in her eyes. Finally she speaks. “Yes. I want you to kiss me, because with you, I feel alive.”
I don’t know whether I’m dreaming or what, but I hope I never wake up so that this is not just a fantasy. I take a step forward and she does at the same time, wrapping her arms around my neck, and then our lips come together.
And it feels like home, despite the years between us.
I kick the door shut and then spin her so she’s pressed against it, kissing her like a starved man, which I am. I slide my knee between her legs, holding her up just a little.
My hands move from her hips to cup her breasts. She gasps as I squeeze them gently. “I remember the first time I saw youshirtless,” I say, as my thumb moves across where her nipple would be. “I remember thinking there was nothing in the world as beautiful as you.”
“You made me feel good.”
She stares at me, her gaze molten. “Do you want me to make you feel good now, Violet?” I ask again, giving her another out.
