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“Why would it be a joke?” I ask, although I’m beginning to doubt myself based on her reaction. Except… “She has my eyes.”
Lucy huffs out a laugh. “Shedoesn’thave your eyes, Wes. Come on…” She trails off and I can see her mind working right up to the moment she realizes I’m right.
Her eyes widen and she shakes off whatever thoughts she had whirring in her head. “Her eyes are brown, Wes. Half the population has her eyes. I promise, she’s not yours. That’s why I left.”
“What?”
“I found out I was pregnant the last day you saw me, and I panicked. I lost all ability to make rational decisions. I lost my mind, Wes. And even if I had been thinking clearly, you didn’t need that in your life. Someone was about to publish an article that said you were falling back into some old patterns because of me and I don’t know… I was struggling. It was a lot for me to process and then you…”
“I what?”
Lucy looks to the ceiling before her eyes meet mine again and she whispers, “You just left.”
My heart aches as I step forward and pull her into my arms, needing to be close to her. She’s right; I left. And while I’m pissed at her for lying, I’ve regretted it every day since. What am I doing?
“I’m sorry, Luce. I’m so fucking sorry.”
I press a kiss to her head but she pulls away, staring at me with her ocean-blue eyes.
“You thought I would keep that from you?”
“I don’t know, Luce. You make me crazy. I overthinkeverythingwhen it comes to you. I’ve been like a fucking detective trying to piece together clues of your life in the years since I last saw you. I had no idea why you left, and I guess, I just needed to find a reason.”
“But why would I leave? If she was yours, why would I leave?”
She has a point, and I hate myself for not thinking of that. “I’m sorry, Lucy. I…” I trail off as she blinks up at me, hooked on my every word. I’m not sure why I keep fighting this when I know I have feelings for her and that’s never going to change.
“Luce…” I breathe out causing her eyes to close as she nibbles on her bottom lip.
Seconds later, our mouths meet, and I’m not even sure who moved first. Lucy moans as she grabs my shirt, pulling me closer, while my hands move from her waist to her face, tilting her head toward me.
Still thinking about her bottom lip, I suck it into my mouth and run my tongue along the seam, until she opens up and allows me to explore. For the next few minutes we make out like our lives depend on it. Tongues swirling, hands roaming, bodies molding.
My fingers run through her hair, gripping her ponytail as she slowly starts grinding against me. “Fuck, Lucy.” I groan against her lips before walking her backward to the wall.
Bad idea.
The second her back hits the bricks, she pushes me away, trying to break out of my hold with a dazed expression on her face.
I spring back immediately, panic coursing through me. “Are you okay?” I ask, my chest tight with nerves.
“What?” she whispers, unfocused, as though still under some kind of spell.Fuck,what did I do?
“Are you okay?” I repeat louder, seemingly snapping her out of it.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she says, standing up a little straighter. “Yes,” she repeats again, with more conviction as a confident expression replaces her doe-eyed look. “I stopped because I shouldn’t be kissing you. I struggle to resist you at times, but you were an asshole over something that wasn’t even true. I just need some time. And maybe you need to work for it.”
With that she pushes off the wall and walks straight out my door. The confident sway of her hips has me wanting her even more, but I can’t help the small smirk that rises to my face as my eyes follow her out. She’s right. I fucked up and I should work for it. But I’ve never worked for anything when it comes to women. Never wanted to. Maybe it’s time I forget about the outside bullshit and focus on what’s important…because when I do that, I have no doubt that she’s the only thing that’ll come to mind.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I bring up Lucy’s contact and send her a text. The first of many.
Wes: I’m sorry
Wes: But also…you lied. So you need to give me a slight pass for the attitude
I’m only half joking with the last text and I know she’ll read it exactly as intended.
Lucy: Okay, you can have a small credit
