I could barely breathe, my fingers fumbling with the lock as I opened the door.
That voice...It couldn’t be.
My mind reeled in shock at the sight of him as he leaned against the doorway, his dirty blonde hair longer than I remembered, a beard on his face.
It can’t be.
“Do you always answer the door dressed like that?” His eyes twinkled as he drank me in, his hands stroking the beard on his chin softly. The black skinny jeans hugged his legs, the thin white t-shirt soaked through from the rain, exposing his skin and incredible body. I took in his rough beard and intense green eyes that stared into mine.
“Cal?” I tried to sound strong, but my voice shook violently as a wave of dizziness overpowered me.
“I must be hallucinating,” I mumbled, tears filling my eyes as I blinked rapidly.
He strode towards me, his long legs closing the distance between us easily. His mouth met mine roughly, his hands in my hair as he kissed me fiercely.
At first, he was holding me upright, but then I returned the kiss, my heart racing and jumping around ecstatically in my chest. He kicked the door shut behind him and he pulled away so he could see me properly.
I cried, hot tears of anger falling down my cheeks. “What thefuck, Cal?” I stammered, my voice barely audible as he closed his eyes, exhaling loudly. “Youbastard!”
“I know,” his voice was gruff with emotion.
He smelled so good, my body screamed for him in every capacity, but the tears continued as I shoved him in the chest.
“You fuckingleftme! Just left. Do you have any idea what you have done to me? You can’t just walk in here expecting to pick up where we left off like nothing has happened! I thought you loved me,” I sobbed again, my heart shattering to a million pieces. My body hunched over as I tried to remain calm.
He grabbed my shoulders and put his face up to mine, his eyes blazing. “I’ve got some explaining to do; if you’ll let me. But don’t for one second think I stopped loving you. I’ve thought about youeverysingle minute ofeveryday,” his thumb ran under my eyes, wiping away the tears. “I’msofucking sorry, baby. But I didn’t have a choice.”
I stared at him, unable to believe he was my reality.
“But I’m here now,” he mumbled, pulling me towards him as he buried his face into my curls.
I breathed in his familiar scent, wrapping my arms around his muscular body. My mouth littered urgent kisses on his throat until he turned his mouth to mine, and once again we kissed so intensely, I thought I was going to bear physical marks from it.
I grabbed his hand, which was around my head, pulling me in deeper to him.
“My parents will be back soon,” I stammered as I backed away slowly.
He breathed heavily, kissing my throat whilst his fingers slid under my towel.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he groaned, my body responding to the touch it had yearned for months, despite my brain screaming at it to remain still.
I pulled away, holding my hand against his chest, the other gripping my towel.
He leaned back against the door and watched me, a confused expression on his stunning face.
“Give me a minute. Stay there,” I ordered, turning towards the stairs.
I ran upstairs and pulled the plug from the bath. I dropped my towel and slid on my underwear, spraying some deodorant before slipping my hoodie on. I pulled on jeans and boots and picked my jacket up.
He is back.
As much as I wanted to have his body wrapped around mine for the rest of my life, I deserved some answers.
I made my way downstairs to see him with his hands in his pockets, his broad chest still wet from the rain. He looked solemn, and my heart skipped a beat.
What was he going to say? What could possibly explain leaving me without even a text?
“My parents will be back soon,” I repeated urgently. “I need to hear why, when, where, but most of allwhy!” I folded my arms in front of me.
