“Matt,” her voice cracked.
How many times had she said my name just like that? With that same pain? I knew there’d be tears on her cheeks before I even touched the wetness with my fingertips. It had been 16 years, but I still knew her. I knew when she needed me. I’d really fucking needed her too.
Homecoming - Chapter 42
Saturday
Brooklyn
Matt’s face had grown blurry to me over the years. I couldn’t remember his laughter. And I’d forgotten how he smelled. But I remembered as soon as the doors closed.
He smelled like cinnamon.
The same aroma I’d surrounded myself with for years when I took up baking. I hadn’t even realized it.
He’d been with me this whole time.
Baking had made me feel close to him.
Because I still fucking loved him.
And I hated myself for it. I hated that he still held a piece of my heart. I hated that Miller had known. I hated that Miller had to put it in a fucking goodbye letter.
“This isn’t easy for me to say, but I need you to know that I’m okay if you choose him now.”
The guilt was heavy on my chest.
But when Matt touched the side of my face?
When he wiped away my tears?
Everything subsided. Like his touch took away my pain.
It was like no time had passed. Like it was still me and him against the world. He’d always been able to make me feel better.
And I knew how to smile again. I knew how, if even just for a moment. I just needed to feel like I wasn’t drowning anymore.
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him.
And time stood still.
His lips were salty and I wasn’t sure if it was from my tears or if he was crying too.
But then he kissed me back. And suddenly nothing else mattered.
I just wanted him closer.
I wanted more.
Take away my pain. Please just make it stop.
It was like he could read my mind. His hands slid to my ass as he hoisted my legs around his waist. My back slammed against the wall.
Each frantic kiss made me feel less. Yet somehow more.
More.I buried my fingers in his hair and breathed him in.More. Please help me.
I wasn’t drowning anymore. I was just drowning in him. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. And I remembered how good that felt. There was nothing in the world plaguing my thoughts when he was deep inside of me.
