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“Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die tomorrow.” My eyes trace the tattoo long after he’s read the quote.
What are the odds that he, of all people, would have a tattoo that can describe exactly what I’m doing here with him?
Dreaming that I’ll live forever. That I’ll get a million more days with him. Living as if I’ll die tomorrow. Because, let’s face it, I very well may, and as such I don’t want to walk away from this night with one single regret.
After a moment of silence, I muster up the strength to speak. “I like that.”
“It’s kind of the motto I’ve always tried to live by. It’s easy to forget that our days are not limitless. We tend to act like death has a snooze button and we can prolong it until we’re ready to pull the covers away. I don’t want to wake up one day and realize that everything has passed me by. I want to enjoy each moment as it comes.”
“Because you never know which moment will be your last,” I say, more to myself than to him.
“Exactly. That’s why I refuse to be pushed into the life that my parents want for me. It’s not about what they want. It’s about what I want. It’s about being able to wake up in the morning and look at myself in the mirror and be happy with the person looking back at me.”
“I get that.”
“Anyway, that’s what it means.” He steers us back toward the tattoo.
“And what about this one?” I point to another tattoo, this one a strand of musical notes that wraps around his wrist.
“This is the guitar notes for the chorus of ‘Somebody Somewhere’ by...”
“Halobridge,” I answer before he can finish. “I love that song.”
“And so the world keeps spinning. Minute after minute. Hour after hour. Day after day. And yet I stand, stuck in place.” He quotes the lyrics.
“Waiting for you,” I finish the line, our gazes locking.
Something passes between us. I don’t know what it is or how to even begin to explain it. It’s a feeling–something that rockets deep into my core. And I know with complete certainty that he feels it to. In fact, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.
“Where did you come from,justFinley.” A trace of a smile forms on his lips.
“I already told you.” I’m barely able to get the words out, the way he’s looking at me stunting my ability to speak.
“Because I’m starting to feel like I’m dreaming,” he continues, not acknowledging that I spoke.
“Do you want me to pinch you?” I offer, my body moving on its own accord as I press up onto one knee and throw the other over his legs, finding myself straddling his lap moments later.
His hands settle on my hips and he looks up at me in a way I can only describe as pure, carnal need. I know because I imagine I’m wearing a similar expression.
Abel does something to me. And not only to my heart or my mind, but to my body as well. I have been fighting the overwhelming need I feel to be close to him all night and suddenly it feels like the restraints that were keeping me away have snapped free and there’s nothing stopping me from taking exactly what I want.
“Or.” I lean forward, pausing just shy of his lips. “Perhaps I could do something else.” I press a soft kiss to his mouth.
One hand slides into my hair and holds me in place when I move to back away.
“Don’t,” he breathes, his voice strained.
“Don’t what?” I whisper
“Don’t stop.” He grinds upward. The feel of his hard length pressing into me sends shockwaves of want and need shooting through my body.
“Okay.” I resist the urge to moan when his other hand grips my shoulder and he presses me harder against him.
Dropping my mouth back down to his, it’s only seconds before the kiss morphs into something else. Something so intense my entire body feels the effects.
I grip his hair and hang on for dear life as his hands explore my body; my face, my back, my stomach, skirting along my skin like he’s desperate to feel every inch of it beneath his fingertips.
I grind against him shamelessly, my body filled with a deep ache that is hindering my ability to think or see anything beyond Abel.
I don’t care that I barely know this man. I don’t care that I have no idea what will happen after tonight. I don’t care about one single thing but this. Him. His touch, his breath hot on my neck, his hands warm on my skin. I only see him. I only feel him. I only want him.
Abel is life. And tonight I plan to live life to the absolute fullest.
