Cassie stared at me with the same serious expression on her face. Surprisingly, it was because she didn't want me to stop. "Please pull out."
Damn it.
Nothing could stop us. I didn't think that I could hold myself back either, especially when she looked at me with those begging eyes.
I should. But I can't. Fuck.
"Don't stop the kiss," I said, reminding her of the last thing she was doing before she pulled away.
Cassie cupped my cheeks again and started kissing me slowly. I lifted her ass and thrust into her all at once, making her gasp, and that was when I shoved my tongue into her.
I fucked her slowly, passionately, and she kissed me everytime I filled her again.
27
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LUKE
Seven years ago
Cassie and I walked hand in hand as we strolled around the town one last time before I went back to New York, our fingers laced together.
The weather was clear that morning because the storm had passed. I was treasuring every moment that we spent together.
Today would really be my last day in Hallstatt. With her.
But I didn't want to let her go.
Cassie held my arm and leaned on me—it seemed like it was hard for her to part too. Just like she'd said.
A souvenir shop on the street caught her attention. She tottered toward it, dragging me along.
"Look," she exclaimed, gazing at the accessories displayed on the counter—necklaces, earrings, rings and other girls' accessories that I had no idea how they were going to wear.
I glanced at my wristwatch.Damn. I fucking hated this, but I had no choice but to go back home before everything in New York got worse.
Cassie noticed my restlessness. "Is it time for you to go?"
I turned to her and found sadness skating all over her face. Yet, I answered, "It is."
Her face fell.
"You know that I fucking hate this too," I said. "But I have to go. My family is waiting for me. I have urgent matters to settle."
Her lips formed into a thin line, but then she huffed, letting out a deep sigh. However, the pain still crossed her expression.
"I know. I'm not going to let you abandon your responsibilities," she said, her voice small. "I just thought that," she paused, "maybe we could do something more before you go."
I looked at her attentively, listening. "Like what?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know." She laughed, but it sounded like she was forcing it. "Like getting married in a chapel?" Her eyebrows rose.
I stared at her. If it hadn't been her, if it had been some other girl, I would have laughed, thinking that it was nonsense to hear something like that from someone that I'd just met.
But she was not. She wasCassie.
