He pulled me to his chest.
I was completely out of breath. And so was he, his chest rising and falling. And suddenly all I could think about was himfucking me. I buried my fingers into his long hair and kissed him.
He kissed me back, frantically pushing down my bikini bottoms.
He didn’t warm me up. But he also knew I didn’t need him to. I had a bad habit of being soaked as soon as he kissed me. He thrust inside of me hard.
Fuck.I gripped the back of his neck.
He reached up, pushing the fabric of my bikini top out of the way as he palmed my breast. And somehow pulled me closer still, guiding my hips up and down his length.
The water splashed around us as he thrust into me harder. Faster.
God.
His fingers dug into the skin of my ass. “I loved the sound of that,” he groaned.
For a second I didn’t know what he was talking about. The splashing water? The birds cawing in the distance? But I had a feeling he meant the housewife thing. My heart started racing even faster. I didn’t know how that made me feel. Mostly because I couldn’t think straight when he…oh God.
“One day I’ll make you my wife,” Miller said.
I came at his words. I knew they were full of love. But they were also so damn hot. Because to me…they were forbidden. My stomach twisted into knots as I came down from my high.
I’d promised someone else my hand. It was one of those moments that hit me like a ton of bricks. I pulled Miller closer, burying my face in the side of his neck. My stomach twisted further into knots. Because I wanted to tell him I liked the sound of it too. Because I did like the sound of it.
But then I heard Matt’s words echoing around me.“Liar.”
“I love you,” I whispered against Miller’s wet skin. “I love you so much that sometimes it feels like it hurts.”
He just held me. I think we both knew what I was thinking. Miller was always there to hold me when I was sad. Or happy. He was always there. He was my person. Why did happiness have to be so painful?
I heard Matt’s words again.“Liar.”
Runaway - Chapter 38
1 Year Later - Sunday
I opened up the back door. “Miller, Miller come here!” The screen door banged shut as I ran back down the stairs.
“Is everything okay?” he called.
I felt bad about the alarm in his voice. I hadn’t meant to scare him. But this was a very momentous occasion.
“Look!” I pointed to the first cherry tomato in my garden. It was green and tiny and barely really anything at all yet. But it was there. I’d done tons of research over the winter. I’d finally done it. I dropped to my knees in front of the elevated planter Miller had built me and squinted at the little tomato plant. “Look.” I pointed to it.
He squatted down beside me. “What exactly am I looking at?”
“A future tomato.” I gently touched the side of the little green circle. “We can make a lasagna with fresh tomatoes from the garden in a few weeks.”
“How much do you want to bet?”
I lightly shoved his shoulder. “Don’t talk to him like that. He needs support in order to grow.” I started humming to my plant.
“You’ve completely lost it, kid.”
“They like music.”
“We’ve been over this. I’m pretty sure that’s houseplants.”
