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“Are you serious!” I whisper yell, thrusting my face in his, close enough that I can feel his breath against my lips.
That was my first mistake. Getting that close to him.
“Oh, bug. I’m always serious when it comes to you. I have been since we first met.”
Growling, I quickly retreat, turning my back on him. That was my second mistake. He quickly climbs through my open window, the sound of the curtains being drawn my only warning that he’s inside my room.
My third mistake is the biggest one, though.
Because I turn back around, ready to give him a piece of my mind before I throw him out my window, and my eyes lock on his. I’m transfered back to a place in time where this happened almost nightly. Where he would wrap me in his warm embrace and hold me until I fell asleep after we made love.
We’re not those people anymore.
And that’s not our reality.
But in this moment, I forget all the reason why I stopped writing Cleo + Kane on every notebook I own. I forget I’ve stopped attaching his last name to my first name when I doodle. And I forget that I ruined everything amazing we created.
Because the only man I’ll ever love reaches out and cups my cheek. He pulls my lips to his. And he sears me with a kiss that actually causes my knees to buckle.
He’s there to catch me, though. Swooping me up in his arms and carrying me to my bed after flicking the light off. He gently lays me down and then covers my body with his, never breaking our kiss.
“Kane,” I mumble as I push him away.
“Yes, bug?” he asks as he peppers kisses across my jaw and down my neck.
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“I know. We have to stop hiding.”
“That’s not what I meant. We can’t keep having sex. We’re not together anymore.” I have to force the words out. They leave a foul taste in my mouth.
Something about them seems wrong. It’s not a lie. We’re not together. We haven’t been in years. Yet, here we are. I’m beneath him and he’s grinding against me.
My words are a protest but my body is telling him another story as I rub my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure. I can feel how soaked my panties are. All it took was seeing his name on the screen of my phone for my body to heat up.
Whether we’re fighting or making up, Kane has that effect on me.
“We could be. All you have to do is say the word, bug. Say yes. I’ll remind you why you should be mine. Tonight. Tomorrow. For the rest of our lives.”
This again.
What is it going to take to convince him that we can’t just forget what happened? That the past will always haunt us? That the future we dreamed of is no longer a reality?
“You say that, but-“
He swallows my words, his tongue invading my mouth and demanding my attention. As if it’s second nature, because it used to be, my body responds. My tongue collides with his. My hips thrust against him. And then… clothes are being ripped off.
Mine specifically.
First my shirt, my nipples hardening as the cool air washes over them. Kane notices and take the opportunity to twist them between his fingers, causing my back to bow.
This gives him better access to slide my flannel pants over my hips, taking my thong with them, and he doesn’t miss a beat.
“Why does it suddenly feel like I’m at your mercy?” My breathing is ragged as I stare up at Kane. His amber eyes smiling down at me as he breathes heavily through his parted lips.
“You’re not, bug. I’m at yours. Always have been. Always will be. You can tell me to stop if it’s too much and I’ll back off. You know that.”
I do. Because the first time we were in this situation, I freaked out and he backed away. I could see the outline of his cock in his athletic shorts but he never complained.
