“Because you’re here.Where else would I be?”I throw my hands up.“What I want to know is why you’re seeing other guys when we’re meant to be together?”
Her mouth drops open, and she stares at me.“Us?”
I nod.“Yes, us.”
Jesus, what letters was she reading all those years?I thought it was obvious that we were fucking soulmates.
Her pretty blue eyes scan my face.“When did you figure that out?”
“Your second letter to me.”
“So if I had never written to you, you still wouldn’t know I existed,” she whispers, tears forming in her eyes.
It feels like my heart is cracking in my chest.I reach for her, my fingers wrapping around hers.Her skin is ice-cold, and I want to say something, do something, to fix all this.
“Thank fuck you wrote to me.”
It’s our turn to order, and she pulls away, putting space between us.I reach over, wrapping my arm around her waist and tugging her to my side.
I order the same as her and pay before she can.She turns and stomps off with her soda, and I follow her.The place is half empty, and she chooses a table away from a group of high schoolers.
I sit across from her and immediately lean over the table toward her.“Why are you fighting this, baby?Fuck, I thought we were on the same page.I thought you would be happy to see me.”
“I told you goodbye in my letter.”
“That’s bullshit.There is no goodbye for us.This is forever.”
Suri scoffs and shakes her head, looking anywhere but at me.
“Suri, talk to me.What the fuck is going on in that pretty head of yours?”
Her blue eyes darken, and her temper snaps.She glares at me across the table.“I don’t like how this is making me feel.I want to be chased and desired and wanted.”
“You are, trust me,” I interject, reaching down to adjust my straining cock in my jeans.
“It doesn’t feel like that.It feels like I pined for you for years, followed you around in high school, chased you and wrote the first letters, and right when I think I’m ready to move on and put my silly crush behind me, you show up!It feels like some kind of cosmic joke.”
I stare at her, trying to decide what to do.I want to take her home, throw her down on my bed, and prove how much I want her.How much I fuckingneedher.Doing that won’t win me any points with her, though.
“Fine,” I say after a beat.
“I…okay, good.I’m glad we’re on the same page,” she says hesitantly.
Our food is delivered, and she grabs a fry, stuffing it into her mouth.
“I am too.”
She watches me like she’s not sure if I’m going to pounce on her.I smile easily, passing her burger and taking a bite of my own.We eat in silence, and I clear the table when we’re done before leading her back out to my cruiser.
This time, when I open her door, she climbs in willingly and buckles herself up.I want to hold her hand on the drive home, but I restrain myself.She wants me to do this the right way, so that’s what I’ll do.
I park outside her apartment and climb out, rounding the hood to open her door and help her out.
“Thanks for dinner,” she murmurs.
“Anytime, Suri.”
She nods, grabbing her lunch bag and keys before turning toward her place.
