She was mine.
I was in fucking heaven. And I was seconds away from exploding inside of her. Seconds away from losing control.
But who was I kidding? I’d lost control as soon as I saw her in the crowd.
I slammed into her harder as my tongue swirled around her other nipple.
I hadn’t spoken a single word to her. But it didn’t matter. She was alive. She was here. And she was seconds away from coming around my cock.
How many nights had I dreamt of this?
How many nights had I prayed she was still alive?
That she’d come back to me?
I tangled my fingers in her hair as I kissed the side of her neck.
This didn’t feel real. I kept waiting to wake up. To reach out and feel the empty sheets beside me.
Her fingers dug into the back of my neck, drawing me back to the present. And I felt her pulsing around me. I heard her moaning my name. Practically a whisper. Like a distant memory.
Her pussy clenched around me. She felt the same. We felt the same. God, that felt so fucking good.
I slammed into her once more before I lost control. I was holding her so tightly that I was probably hurting her. But she didn’t tell me to stop. I groaned as I came inside of her. Again. And again.
My chest rose and fell as her frantic kisses stopped.
The silence stretched between us as I untangled my fingers from her hair. And suddenly it didn’t feel like a dream. The silence felt heavy. And the longer she didn’t say anything, the heavier it got.
Where the fuck had she been for 16 years?
Why had she shown up here?
Why had she run to the auditorium?
Why was she crying?
Why did she kiss me instead of saying anything at all?
As I pulled out of her, I felt the metal pressed against my back for the first time. A metal band on her left hand. How had I not felt it before?
I took a step away from her.
Suddenly everything made sense.
What the fuck had I just done? I was dating Kennedy. I…I didn’t know the woman in front of me. She sounded the same. She felt the same. But this wasn’t the girl I’d fallen in love with. The girl I’d fallen in love with wouldn’t have disappeared for 16 years. And she certainly wouldn’t be wearing a wedding ring. She’d promised me all her firsts.
“What the fuck, Brooklyn?” They were the first words I’d spoken to her in 16 years. I’d regretted my last words to her back in high school. But I couldn’t seem to find any better words right this second.What the fuck?!
“Matt…”
I took another step away from her. What had I just done? What the fuck had I just done? “You’re married?”
“Matt, I…” her voice broke.
“I have no idea who the fuck you are. But you’re definitely not the girl I knew.” I pushed out of the doors of the auditorium. Hating my words. Hating myself. I turned around to go back in, but I took a step back instead. And another.
She was married.
