“I’ve missed you,” I murmur. “So much.”
“We shouldn’t do this,” she rasps.
“I’m just appreciating you, sunshine. Like I always should have.”
Her eyes close as I kiss the corner of her mouth. “I missed you, too.”
I wrap an arm around her waist and tug her towards me. “God, I want to kiss you so badly.”
“We can’t. It’s dangerous.”
“For what?”
“For my heart,” she responds.
I inhale and drop my forehead onto hers. After a few moments, I pull away, and we stare back at each other throughdilated eyes. I don’t look down at her body; I keep my gaze firmly on her face.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, attempting to control my lungs that are working overtime.
“Uh…” She shrugs. “A little.”
I nod once. “I’ll make something for us.”
“Okay,” she says, cheeks heating again. “I’ll be out in a second.”
I offer her a quick smile before leaving to head to the kitchen, where my lips are still on fire from trailing them over her body. My blood vibrates in my veins, and as much as I want to hold her and kiss her, I respect her boundaries.
But I won’t stop trying until she’s mine again.
CHAPTER 22
MAYA BROOKE
Inever thought I’d be able to juggle being a parent and carrying on my studies at the same time, but here we are. As much as I miss Skye, I know she’s in good hands, and Finn never fails to send me updates throughout the day.
As I leave my final class, I pull my phone from my pocket to see a couple of texts from Finn that mostly consist of pictures of him and Skye. My eyes water at the sight of how much she looks like him, even if he thinks she looks like me.
My thumbs move across the screen as I type and walk at the same time, but of course, I’m not looking where I’m going. I’m too engrossed in the fact my little girl looks like she’s having the time of her life with her dad.
A shoulder barges into mine, and I drop my phone. “Ah, shit,” I hear as I bend down to pick it up. “Sorry.”
My eyes land on brown eyes and dark hair. I pause for a moment as I recognise him as one of the guys from the football team who came over to me a few weeks ago.
“No, sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I say before pushing my hair from my face.
He smiles at me, and I hate to admit I’ve already forgotten his name. I’ve got too many other things on my mind to worry about remembering something like that.
“Maya, right?”
I exhale a breath. “Yeah…sorry, what’s your name again?”
He places a hand over his chest. “Ouch, I’ll try my hardest not to be offended.”
I wince internally because I realise forgetting someone’s name when you’ve already met is incredibly rude. But baby brain strikes again, and studying at the same time definitely is taking its toll on me.
“Alfie,” he says slowly. “Alfie Shore.”
“Alfie,” I say out loud, so I don’t forget again. “Well, sorry for barging into you.”
