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She’s softer now, and I squeeze my hands around her hips because it feels right. “It’s authentic. There’s nothing more attractive to me than a woman who knows how to express herself.”
“Really?” Her eyes brim with tears. “Even though that’s a beautiful thing to say, you didn’t deserve that, Pup. I know I was extreme, but at the time I was sick with all the things I discovered. I was sick with Chloe’s words, sick with worry for Fletcher and you… saying I’m a volcano is putting it nicely. I basically threw up all over you. I’m sorry, too, and I wish I could take it all back.” A tear trickles down her cheek. “I wish I could change that day but I can’t.”
“Don’t apologize Joey…”
“I have to. I did the wrong thing. I ran away when you needed me most. What kind of woman is that? Not the woman I wanted to be for you. Not the woman I…” She lowers her gaze, and hair falls over her eyes. “Not the woman Istillwant to be for you.”
I place my hands on top of the washing machine and cage her in, connecting my whole body to hers. I smooth some of her moonbeam hair off her ear, exposing her elegant neck. Leaning in, I breathe in all her earthy perfume and whisper, “We’re going to make it?”
She reaches on her tiptoes to speak into my neck, her words quiet but powerful. “Ashton, we’re inevitable.”
My body melts against her, and I take her into my arms. Our lips press together, and I glide my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues swirl; the taste of us is sweeter than ever before. It’s honest. It’s pure of heart. It’s forever. Being with her stills the tsunami of thoughts that drag my sanity out to sea. Kissing her is like being in the eye of my turbulent life. Together, we’re safe while a storm whips around us.
At this moment, it’s like the world outside has failed to exist. I grow thick in my pants and grab her ass, hoisting her up on the washing machine. She wraps her legs around my middle, and I’d give anything to have her now and stay connected where everything is already as it should be.
We kiss hard. I bury my face in her neck and devour her until her breath is shaky. She’s rocking her core into me and my pants are tight with wanting. I shove my fingers up her shirt and take her full breast in my hand. Holding her is everything. But I’m moving at a hundred miles an hour, because while touching her satiates one need, it ignites another.
She mewls quietly, and I unbutton my pants, filthy thoughts of making up for two days without her race through my mind. But suddenly, the door to the laundry room cracks open.
We both flinch, but before we need to dive into the pile of ironing and hide, the door gets slammed back shut, and Logan’s voice vibrates right through the thin wood.
“There’s nothing in there for you, little man.”
Jolie’s head drops to my shoulder, and she giggles. “Never in a million years did I think my big brother would guard the door for us.”
“Me neither.”
I push my stiff dick down into my pants and do up the zipper. Jolie wiggles her bra back into place and fixes her hair. There’s a lifetime of this prepared for us, but it doesn’t start right now.
I help her down to the floor and kiss her softly. “I love you, Jolie Hunter.” I groan against her lips. My cock still pushes painfully against my zipper, and my woman just smells so fucking good. “I love you so much I really want totake you up to my room and show every part of your body just how in love I am.”
She combs her fingers through my hair. “But we need to get back to the party.”
I let out a sharp breath. “We do.”
I rest my forehead on hers, enjoying the warmth when the cold realization leaves my lips. “Fletch is going to be so mad at me. Maybe he’ll never forgive me.”
“It’s going to be okay. It might be badbeforeit’s okay, but I just know in my gut, it’s a permanent change but it’s not permanent damage.”
“I hope you’re right.” I don’t let go of her right away. I need to hold her for a moment longer. I need to pray with gratitude for this moment so the universe gives us a million more moments like this one. Redemption. A chance to grow stronger in our love. I’ve never before felt the way I do now about Jolie. She’s walking through fire with me.
I pull her close, gliding my hand down her head, shoulders, her spine, all the while urging her body closer to mine, securing us together as close as possible. We urge our bodies against one another in an embrace like none before. Like we’re pressing flowers between us to make something both alive and eternal at the same time. That’s how true love is.
It’s so mind-blowing, it actually seems impossible.
And I have it now. With the very woman who also seemed impossible all those years. Jolie has no shame in her love for me and never has, even when it was unrequited; Jolie didn’t hide it. The bridge of my nose stings wondering how I got so lucky.
Only a soulmate could turn your life around the way she has from tragic to hopeful. Because when she says everything is going to be all right. I believe her.
The party is still going strong. Music fills the space, aunties dance with the young ones, holding their hands and twirling them around. Eve and Sam are there, and it appears Eve is trying to teach Sam a dance. I’m guessing something from TikTok. The bar in the corner is a watering hole for Colt, Logan, and Weston, who’s still drinking beer there. I dart my eyes around the room, and my gaze snags on my mom. The corners of her mouth are tucked in, and her eyes are vacant.
No Fletcher.
Joey spots Mom at the same time and rubs my arm. “Go on upstairs.”
I toss her a grateful smile. I take the steps up two by two until I’m on the second floor and find his door closed. I knock. There’s no answer, but I open the door anyway.
Just like mine, our parents left Fletcher’s room untouched. It’s a carbon copy of my own apart from his poster of Tom Brady replacing my Gretzky. And instead of a hockey puck, he tosses a football up and catches it over and over to ease his mind.
