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“You came.” His voice is low as he stands inches from my face.
I stare up into his eyes, searching the blue for a reason to run, but I can’t find one. I reach for his hand without further thought, as though our bodies speak a language our brains aren’t privy to yet. Fingers intertwine, and his chest presses against mine. I tip up onto my toes, our lips touch, and I exhale as though he’s the oxygen I’ve been missing.
A growl works its way up through Romeo’s throat and into my mouth as he deepens the kiss. His rough hand settles on the back of my neck, the other on my ass. He’s needy… hungry… starving.
Emotion chokes any words of closure I’d been practicing, and again I’m lost in the throes of Shakespeare without a translator.
His hand slides under my dress and onto my thigh. He lifts my leg and drags me close enough that I feel his hard cock inside his jeans.
My stomach drops and tightens. My pussy throbs. I stare up at him, desperate for his dick to spread me wide, desperate for his rough voice in my ear, desperate for his hands all over me.
I need to stop.
He kisses my lips again, raggedly, unsettlingly slow. “Stay here with me, darling.”
I blow out my breath and stand back as though I’ve run a mile. “Yeah. I ugh…” Tears threaten their way onto my face, but I hold them back. “Where are we?”
“My grandparents’ farm.” He holds my hand in his. God, I love how small and protected I feel next to him. “It’s old, and it needs work, but you see that row of trees out there?”
I nod, slightly afraid for the perfection that’s about to spill from his lips.
“Those are apple trees. Not a lot of them, but I reckon five or six. It’s proof of concept. We could grab a few more from a nursery and plant a few rows. Same goes for the Christmas trees.”
“What about the MC? Did they give you an answer?”
He shakes his head. “No. I have to wait until the vote tonight.”
Every cell in my body wants to climb into his arms and tell him I’d go anywhere as long as he were with me. Here, the Springs, the moon… I don’t care. Then, I think of my father sitting in bed with broken legs and my mother who’s been crying on his chest for days. They need me now more than ever.
“This is a nice place,” I say releasing my hand from his. “It’s perfect. It really is.” I turn toward him desperate to be strong. Closure is what I came for.I can do this.
I open my mouth to speak.
Nothing.
I try again.
This time, tears well, and before the words can spill, my throat closes and I’m choked with emotion.
Romeo pulls me to his chest and holds me close. “What if we don’t fight this when we’re together?”
My brows wrinkle. “What?”
“There’s no denying you want this, right? Like, if everything were to work in your favor?”
I give him a shallow nod.
“Right. So maybe… we let go and—”
“No. It’s too hard! I go home and I miss you so much that I’m sick. I drift off into these daydreams where you’re next to me and everything makes sense. But it’s not real, Romeo. I don’t… I can’t—”
He pulls me into his chest. “Is this real?” His lips meet mine again, hard and erotic. “Do you feel that in your heart?”
I stare up at him and nod.
“So, what’s the harm in letting this happen? Can’t we keep this between just the two of us? We don’t have to tell a soul until you’re ready. But when we’re together, we don’t fight it. We let it be what it is.”
On the surface, with every hormone in my body raging, his plan makes more sense than hydropower. “But what if you don’t get into the MC?”
