The girl knows me and what I like, as if she is the one who created the road map to my heart.
Hell, she did.
I nibble down on her lip before taking it into my mouth and sucking softly, letting it fall out with a gentle pop. She lets out another soft moan as I trail kisses up and down her neck.
I kiss, lick and suck the sensitive spot right below her ear. The place that I know drives her wild. Taking in and savoring her sweet scent and appreciating the softness of her skin, I take my time planting kisses on the nape of her neck before returning to her mouth.
Once our lips reunite, I whisper, "Fuck Rosie, I missed you so damn much."
Just like that, the moment is robbed from me. It's as if a light bulb in her brain flicked on, and she realizes what she allowed herself toenjoy.
Her hands stop moving. I can feel her slipping away. Before I know it, her hands are on my chest as she's softly pushing me back, resisting me.
"Ander, we can't do this."
I shake my head in disbelief that she's still resisting me andus.
"Please. Don't do this…"
"No, this cannot happen." She shakes her head. Sorrow and pain are painted in her eyes as she continues, "Too much time has passed. You need to go."
She turns back around and heads to her porch. She unlocks her door and walks in, closing it behind her.
There I stand, stunned. I am attempting to process the whiplash of what just occurred.
I can hear her body press against the door as she drops to the floor on the other side. I make my way to it and lean against it for a minute before speaking, knowing she's right on the other side. This door is the only thing that separates us.
"I can't just give up, not again. Not on you, Rosie.Not on us. It was always supposed to beus. We both know it. We both felt it tonight; we've always felt it. I'll be waiting once you're ready. You'reitfor me. It's that simple." I say it directly into the door.
I hear a sob break from her on the other side, which confirms that she heard me. It tears at my chest, knowing I can't console her like I want to. Like Ineedto. She needs time to process, and I must respect her space. I made where I stand clear. The rest has to be up to her, in her own time.
I briefly got my girl back, only to possibly lose her again. I know she felt what I felt tonight. I won't rush her, but I'm not giving up this time.
There will be no white flag from me.
Chapter nineteen
Via
Shattered.
I sit there for hours, mind and heart obliterated in unison as the tears flow freely on their own accord. I have to continuously remind myself of the reasons we cannot be, which only increases my frustration.
I've lived the past six years of my life broken, numb, and paralyzed in my decisions at the hands of fear. My chance at change, at happiness, tried to fight back for me, and I slammed a door in his face.
I'm a natural fucking hoot.
As the sun passed through the windows, I decided to peel myself off the floor away from the door.
I pick my phone up off the floor. It reads 6:43 AM and has a ten percent battery life.
Against my better judgment of being a respectable human who minded others' personal time, I swipe open my phone and makethe call.
Ring. Ring Ring.
"Hello, Via." Her voice greets me cheerily as if it's not first thing in the morning on the weekend, and she's been waiting for my call for hours.
"Hey, Dr. Carr. It's Via Foley."
