Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
My eyes watered and my lip trembled.
“Do you regret it? Do you wish you could go back and change things? Make it different? If you could, would you? I know you loved him, Brooke, and by the way you’re looking at him right now; a part of you still does.”
I turned my neck to look at her. She looked exactly the same, still crazy beautiful.
“Christine…” I spoke.
She smiled. “I wanted you to be my sister for so long. I’ve missed you so much these last few years. You have no idea how much I’ve needed you. I’ve needed my best friend.”
Tears fell down my face. “I’ve missed you, too.”
My mother’s old grandfather clock chimed with the stroke of midnight.
“Merry Christmas, Brooke.”
“Merry Christmas, Christine.” I hugged her; I hugged so tight that I didn’t think she could breathe. She was the first to pull away; she smiled and made her way toward her family. I swiftly brushed away the tears and hugged my family. Everyone was so happy, but I felt like I was dying inside.
I took one last look in Landon’s direction; he was staring at me. He knew. We stood there, locking eyes from across the room. Years and years of regret and mistakes piled up on me. It came crashing down like a boulder had just exploded. I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was suffocating. He sadly smiled at me and I sadly smiled back.
When he nodded, I didn’t think twice about it. I immediately turned and ran to my car.
I found myself on his doorstep before I could blink an eye. He answered shirtless and devastatingly handsome, with a drink in his hand. My heart literally skipped a beat and I jumped into his arms.
“I’m sorry, Devon, I’m so fucking sorry,” I sobbed.
He wrapped his arms around me, one behind my back and the other behind my head. “Shhh… it’s okay… shhh…” he murmured into my ear; my face securely tucked into the nook of his neck.
His kindness.
His embrace.
His forgiveness.
His patience.
His gentleness.
His love.
It was too much and I broke down. I bawled like a baby, till my legs gave out.
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I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, gently placing her on my bed. I softly kissed all over her face; my lips wiping away her tears.
“Shhh… Bambi, it’s okay, I’m here… with you… I’m not going anywhere.”
She cried harder. I pulled back the hair from her face; her beautiful fucking face, and she let me. Her eyes held so much sadness, and it broke my heart a little more. I wanted to take away her pain, her hurt, her regret.
She looked deep into my eyes trying to understand our connection, our chemistry; the fact that we couldn’t stay away from each other. Even though we should.
“Make love to me,” she said, just loud enough for me to hear.
“What?” I asked, confused by the turn of events.
“Please… make love to me. Touch me like you never want to let me go. Caress me like I’m the one; kiss me like I belong to you.” She paused to let her words sink in. “Ruin me for any other man. Make me yours.”
Hundreds of thoughts and questions crossed my mind, but it didn’t matter because my heart already knew the answer. My lips moved to hers and I softly, lightly kissed her; my tongue seeking out hers and vice versa.
“You’re so beautiful, Bambi, do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?” I shared, needing her to hear me say it.
She lovingly smiled and I unbuttoned her blouse, opening it and removing it from her body. Her skirt, bra, and panties quickly followed. She was completely naked and exposed for me. Her breathing became erratic and I had hardly touched her. I wanted to take my time, to love her like she deserved. To show her what she did to my heart and what I did to hers.
I grabbed the back of her neck and claimed her mouth once again. My hands roamed her soft silky skin in a slow torturous melody. I was torn with wanting to feel her and wanting to see her. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. I knew her mind mimicked mine by the look in her eyes, and the strokes of her hands.
The feelings.
The emotions.
The love…
It was wreaking havoc on our souls. Neither one of us knowing which way was up, down, or all around. We were on the back of a roller coaster with no seat belts on. Enjoying the crazy, chaotic ride; the twists and turns.
It was more than I could have ever imagined possible. I removed all my clothing and we both lay there bare, just touching each other with the tips of our fingers; it was erotic, as much as it was passionate. When her delicate fingers caressed the sides of my face, I knew she was telling me she loved me. She didn’t have to say the words for me to know, they were written clearly across her face.