Page 155 of The Long Way Home


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Touching Parks is like touching no one else.

It’s like coming home. Even before when I used to touch her all the time, my hands on her body would brush away the heaviest days.

I think that’s what we’re supposed to do for each other.

Get her the fuck out of that robe quick as I can — it’s just getting in the way. Lilac bra and white knickers underneath that don’t stay on her for long either.

I kiss down her body, run my hands over her how I’ve tried my best not to think about doing for months. My hands are busier than hers, happily remembering the familiar terrain.

Parks just grips me tight — a hand on my back, a hand around my neck — she’s just trying to be close to me, I think. That’s what this is.

I push into her and her nails dig into me and she makes a little noise. I do it again. She swallows heavy and every time I do this with her, at one point or another — I’m being genuine — I wonder why I do it with anyone else. She’s it. This is it. This is what it’s about. Everything boils down to me and her and just figuring the fuck out how to be together. We can figure this out. It might be a mess, we’ll do it though. Have to. Can’t not have her again.

I kiss down her neck. She bites my ear, gets me every time — buries her face in my neck — also gets me every time but different. I’ll never let anyone else touch her again.

Can’t really put words around it, what it does to me watching Parks when she’s like this, holding her against me as her body tenses all stiff, toes pointed like a ballerina, breathing fast. I press my forehead against her. She breathes faster, her nails start to hurt my back a bit. Don’t care.

I don’t know when we started sitting up, but we are.

Legs around my waist, arms around my neck — couldn’t get closer to me if I tried.

“I love you,” she breathes out.

“I know.” I smile into her ear. “You already told me.”

She pinches me, laughing.

I kiss up her neck and down her cheek to her mouth. Pull back, find her eyes.

“I love you, Parks.”

A giant shiver rolls through her body and she curls over me, pawing at my back, and I fall backwards, bringing her with me.

We lay there. Collapsed, panting, and sweaty.

I push my hand through her hair, staring over at her like she’s a dream I used to have that just walked through the door.

I guess she kind of is.

Bridget

1:11am

Sex!!!!

What??

We had sex!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Magnolia!!!!

How??

What

how??

We got stuck up here because Jonah got a flat tyre, so we had to stay in a hotel and it just happened.

What about the girlfriend?

Ending it tomorrow.

I mean, so sad for her but I’m thrilled for me.

How was it?

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