Unlocking the door, I walk into Oz’s house. I walk into the living room as see as he sits in front of scattered photos on the ground. “What are you doing?” I laugh as he looks up, fury lining his face and I see one photo on the ground in front of him. It was taken at a party and is of Ella and me. The night that we fell in the pool and then stripped in the backyard. We’re standing in the yard in our panties as she’s laughing and touching me.
“What the fuck?” He shouts at me as he stands from the floor still holding a stack of photos in his hands. I’m not even sure why Ella had printed out all of the photos. “You fucking lied to me.” He snaps, swinging his arm out to the photos on the ground.
“Oz, let me explain.” Only I have no fucking clue what my explanation is going to be.
“Oh, I would love to fucking hear this explanation.” He shouts again.
“I thought you would remember who I was and by the time I realized that you didn’t… well… I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“How about just being fucking honest from the beginning.” He shakes his head before he tosses the remaining photos in his hand in my direction. He turns around and walks back to his bedroom.
“Oz…” I plead with him as I follow behind. “Please, wait!”
His boots are loud on the hardwood as he turns into the bedroom. “You fucking played me from the goddamn beginning.” He shouts, throwing his hands in the air.
“I… I… I didn’t mean to.” It comes out as a whisper as the water starts to fill my eyes.
He turns around quickly, anger still on his face but he grabs me, pulling me to him, and he slams his mouth down to mine.
I’m just not expecting tears to be in his eyes when he turns back around and looks at me. “You made me fall in love with you.” He says and I’m stunned as I look at him. He moves in front of me, and his hand comes down cupping my cheek. I can still see the hurt in his eyes, but I also see the hurt that I’ve caused him, and the confliction that he’s currently feeling. “Baby Girl,” He whispers out. “I love you, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t understand why you lied., but if I ever want to have a relationship with my daughter again, I can’t do this to her. I’ve already failed her in so many ways.”
“She’ll come around.” I whisper. ,
“I think we both know that’s not true.” He continues to whisper.
“Why do you have to pick one or the other?”
“I wish I didn’t have to.” I can read the heartbreak on his face.
“Why can’t we just tell her when the time comes. Just explain to her.”
“Sadie…” He trails not wanting to continue this conversation. Stepping into me, his anger surpasses, just as it has always done in the last 2 years, since the day that I showed back up at his house. He leans into me and kisses me, aggressively, pulling away he looks down at me with sad eyes. “I’m pretty sure that you are the love of my life.” He whispers again.
“Then why are you doing this?” I whimper out, wanting to beg him not to do this, not to break this, but I would never. I could never.
“Because, Baby Girl, we are simply 2 soul crossing.”
“A what?” I want to laugh out, but I stop myself.
“A deep soul-felt connection, one that comes in and disrupted everything you think you know, but we cannot be together for long.”
Standing up on my toes, I latch my arms around his neck again, pulling him down into me, and pressing my lips to his. He responds, his arm wrapping around my lower back and pulling me closer to him. I whimper at his touch, and I can feel the growl starting as he looks down at me. “Baby Girl.” He whispers, breathless, but with a warning tone.
“Oz, we can be together… just once more.” I pause as I lick my lips. “Had I known that the last time would have been, I would have saved every second to memory.” He sighs before lowering his head back to mine, as his only answer, almost like he can’t make himself say the words. Like if he admits that he wants to ,once more, that he won’t be able to stop it there. He’ll continue to want more because I know that’s what I want.
“I’m still pissed at you.”
“I’m aware.”
“If we do this. You have to leave right afterwards.”
I hesitate. “Why?”
“Because I can’t be with you and every second that you’re here makes it harder for me to make you leave.” He steps into me again. “But I want to feel you, I want to taste you, I also wish that I would have fucking cherished every second, last time.”
Lifting me up, he turns towards the bed, and carries me over to it, laying me down, before he moves over top of me.
Slowly, he lifts the shirt up over my head, running my fingers up his chest I push his up as well, running my fingers overtop of the fresh tattoo on his chest which means angel eyes seeing good in devils, the one he told me was for me as he was getting it. He told me how somehow; I was able to see the good in him after all the bad he has done.
