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He looks broken, gone is the confident asshole I once knew. I walk over to him, my heart pounding against my rib cage with each step, and when he reaches for me, his hands grabbing at my t-shirt, I don’t hesitate. Instead, I straddle his thighs, and his hands press so hard into my back I know he’ll leave a mark. Our eyes meet, but only for a second before his lips crash against mine. I press my body against him, my hands tugging wildly at his hair. He kisses me like I'm his oxygen. Everything about this is wrong, but I don't care. I want Denton’s kind of wrong. His tongue dives into my mouth, eliciting a moan from deep within me. The heat of his touch, his tongue in my mouth are too much to bear. His hands slip under my t-shirt, and it’s like a reality jolt. I break the kiss, my hands still holding onto him for dear life.
“Three fucking years,” I whisper, out of breath. I feel the tears I’d been holding at bay spill onto my cheeks. “You promised. You-” He pulls my face toward him, licking every single droplet.
“Bre.” He rests his forehead against mine and lets me weep as I hold onto him like he’s my lifeline and my hangman’s noose all in one. He rubs my back and runs his hands through my hair. And when I stop crying, he stands holding me in his arms, my legs wrap around his waist as he walks me to my bedroom. After tucking me in, he takes a seat on the couch in my room, and we stare at each other in the dimly lit room until I fall asleep.
My parents are away for the weekend. A part of me is scared about being alone with Denton, especially after the other night. But I know that there are things to be said. We sit on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between us, both pretending to be interested in the moviePearl Harbor. When all I can think about is his kiss and how no kiss has ever compared to that one. Nate is late,again. I don’t know why I keep expecting him not to be.
“I should have called,” he breaks the silence.
“Why didn’t you?” I say, not looking at him. Unable to see the look on his face.
“Because I couldn’t keep a promise to you, Bre. After that summer, I knew what I wanted. I knew I wanted you, that it’s always been you, but when I found out Savanna was pregnant, everything changed.”
“It did for me too, but we should have spoken,” I look over at him. “You just moved away to be closer to her. I mean, I expected that you’d be leaving soon, going off to college, and I understood why you had to leave. I just…” I run my hands through my hair, biting my lip. “Denton, you didn’t even say goodbye to me.”
“I was wrong. I know that, and I feel shit that it took me this long to say it,” he tells me.
“Talk to me now then. You didn’t look okay last night.”
Anna keeps me updated on my nephew, sending me pictures. Even though I have wanted to visit her every summer since the last we spent together, but I could not bring myself to do it. The reason is sitting next to me right now. His sandalwood scent reaches me, and I have to look away.
She told me they’re having issues and struggling with adjusting to the leap from being in a new relationship to becoming parents.
“It’s complicated,” Denton says simply.
“Complicated how? You two have to make it work. You have a kid to think about.” I feel pressure on my chest at the thought of it. But I know nothing can ever come of this thing between us.
“Bre, just drop it. Nothing is that simple, and I don’t want to talk about that right now.”
“Don’t or won’t, Denton. You show up here after three years, kiss me, pretend that didn’t happen, and I am supposed to be okay with that?” God, this man frustrates me. “Anyway, Nate will be here soon,” I say, more out of spite.
He stares at me. “So what, you want me to get lost? Or should I stick around for a threesome?”
“I never said you had to leave. I just wanted you to know.” I snap.
He moves the popcorn and sets it on the coffee table. He moves closer to me.
“What are you doing?”
“Making space on the couch for your boyfriend.” He is so fucking cocky.
He starts running his hands through my hair, and my breath hitches.
“Denton. No. That kiss was a mistake. It won’t happen again.” I stand abruptly.
“We’ll see, Kitten.” He stands, towering over me. “Why are you lookin’ at me like that then?”
“Like what?” I frown.
He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping my head. “Like you want me to touch you in all the places that the fucker Nate never has.”
I gasp. “Go away, Denton. Just go.”
He smirks. The knock on the door has him lowering his hands. He walks up the stairs disappearing as I open the door.
Nate stands on the threshold, his hands in the pocket of his jeans. “You okay, now?” He asks.
I answer by wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. He walks me backward, not breaking our kiss. I deepen it, my tongue slipping into his mouth. I try not to think about the man upstairs. Nate kicks the door closed, backing me until my legs reach the couch. I slide off his jacket and start to unbutton his shirt, and he breaks the kiss. “Hey, take it easy, minx,” he smiles down at me.
