Page 7 of Rebuilding Love


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I know better. I know I should move off him. No, I should kick him out of my apartment and never see him again. That’s what he deserves for what he put me through, but I don’t have the strength or courage.

“I know I don’t deserve this, Ashlynn,” he whispers against my hair. “I just… I just… I needed to see you.”

“Okay.” It’s the only word I can muster up the courage to speak.

“Just let me hold you a little longer, and then I’ll leave you alone for good.”

Panic fills me at the thought of never seeing him again. It’s like a tidal wave crashing down against my soul. My lungs tighten, and the world begins to close in on me.

“Breathe, Baby. Breathe,” he says soothingly, rubbing my back and kissing the side of my head. “Breathe. Slow breaths.”

Just like always, Chance confronts my panic attack before it can even reach its peak. He was always good like that, knowing exactly what I needed without me saying a word. He always took care of me. Protected me. Loved me.

This isn’t fair,I think to myself. None of this is fair. I know deep down he isn’t a bad guy. He made his choice to prove to his father that he was worthy of their family name. It just sucks that it had to come at the price of us.

“I’ve missed you,” he admits faintly.

I want to tell him that I missed him too, but what good will come from that?

“Ashlynn, I’m so… I’m…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, just rubs my back and holds me. No words are needed. I can feel them in his embrace. Remorse. Shame. Regret.

I lay my head on his shoulder and just soak up his warmth. There are a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t, but my one reason is enough– I still love him.

Time ticks by with neither of us speaking. It’s just like how it was when we were together. Everything feels perfect, like nothing else in the world exists besides us.

“I should go,” he says, breaking the peaceful silence.

I lift my head and look him in the eyes. He offers me an apologetic smile.

“Want something to drink?” I blurt like an idiot.

“Are you sure?” He’s giving me an out.

“Yes,” I reply and go to stand. He grabs my hips. Every nerve ending inside me jolts to life as my back arches, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Chance,” I moan.

“Ashlynn,” he warns, looking at me.

I can feel him growing hard beneath me. Another reminder of something I’ve been desperately missing about Chance. The very… very… great sex.

Chapter Five

CHANCE

My dick is hard as a rock and aches to be buried deep inside her. It is taking everything inside me, not to strip Ashylnn of all her clothes and fuck her senseless. If I make a move, she’ll think it’s the only reason I came over; however, she’d be dead wrong. I came over because I couldn’t sleep and needed to see her.

“Would it be wrong of me?” she asks.

“Wrong about what?”

She doesn’t answer with words. She stands up briefly and then sits back down on my lap. This time she is straddling me and pressing down against my raging hard-on.

“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing her ass. “Ashlynn.”

“Would it be wrong?” she whispers, looking me in the eyes.

“It’s–” I clear my throat. “It’s not why I’m here. I promise.”

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