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“Come in,” I bellow, wincing at the pain shooting to my ribs as I adjust the bed until I’m sitting upright. I run a hand through my hair, trying to tame the greasy strands before she walks in.
The door creaks open, and I see her white Converse peeking through the first. She takes another step inside, wrapping her arms behind her back as she nudges the door shut. She leans against the door, steadying herself as she stares at me, and I stare at her. My angel from heaven.My whole entire fucking world.
My God, she’s so beautiful. Her chestnut hair is tied up in a loose bun, a few wavy strands falling like water around her face. Her face is bare, even more flawless without makeup. Even from a distance, her eyes shine like the moonlit ocean. Her lips tremble, like she promised herself she wouldn't cry but she knows she’s going to break anyways. She’s still wearing my t-shirt, three sizes too big but so fucking perfect on her.She’s everything.
She walked into this morbid, dimly lit room, lighting it up like the night sky.
“Hi,” she whispers, her lips tilting up in a soft smile.
“Hi,” I rasp, holding her stare.
Her lips quiver as she tries to hold her smile, but eventually, her face falls. She hangs her head, closing her eyes at the same time a tear slips down her cheek.
“Everett…” She breathes my name, shaking her head like she doesn’t know what to say.
“What are you doing all the way over there?” I croak, needing her closer. “Come here.”
I need her to touch me. I need to feel her skin on mine.
She nods, wiping her wet cheeks with her palm as she pulls a chair next to the bed.
“No,” I breathe, halting her steps. Her eyes snap up to mine.
“Right here,” I clarify, scooting over and tapping the right side of the bed. I want her as close as possible. I think I might die if I don’t feel her heart beating against mine.
“Everett, you’re hurt,” she says through furrowed brows.
“The right side of my body is fine. Come here,” I repeat, holding my arm out to her.
“Rett—”
“Skylar, for the love of God, I’m fine. Come here,” I grumble.
My lips tilt up in a smile when she rolls her sexy little eyes at me and saunters over towards the bed. When her hand reaches mine, she doesn't waste a second before crawling onto the bed. Then wiggles closer until the front of her body is plastered against my side.
The scent of honey and vanilla envelops me, soothing my frantic heart. She buries her head in my neck, using her free hand to cup my jaw before tangling her fingers through my hair. The feel of her hot breath hitting my neck and her warm skin against mine is like coming home. Suddenly, Dallas isn’t home anymore; she is. Suddenly, I know that I’ll follow her anywhere she goes.
I lift my hand to the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair. I lose track of time as we breathe each other in, holding on to each other like we might fade away any second.
My heart cracks when I feel wet tears sliding against my skin. I hear a pained whimper before I see Skylar’s shoulders shake as she sobs into my neck.
“Baby,” I rasp, squeezing her tighter. I can feel her heart thumping against my side, like it’s trying to beat out of her body and get into mine.
“Baby, look at me,” I whisper, cradling her face in my palm.
I tilt her head up, nearly breaking as she stares up at me through eyes as blue as the Caribbean Ocean. There’s something about crying that makes her blue eyes look iridescent, almost unreal. Her gaze flickers between mine with so much emotion, like I’m the most precious thing she’s ever laid eyes on.
“Sky—”
“I love you,” she cuts me off with three words that absolutely wreck me.
“I love you so much, and I’m so sorry I didn't tell you before. But I love you, Everett Thompson. I always have.”
I love you.Three simple words that people throw around every day. But for some reason, hearing them from her makes them my favorite three words in the entire English language.
They say good things come in threes, and I’m starting to wonder if that’s the case for us.Threeyears apart, but they lead us here.Threedays in the cabin, worshiping each other’s bodies and making up for lost time.Threewords from her lips that shatter my world to pieces.Threepeople were involved in this chaotic situation, but we’re the last two standing. It was always meant to be us.
Skylar opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off by tangling my fingers through her hair and crushing her mouth to mine. Our lips brush before she opens, allowing me into her hot mouth as her tongue dances with mine. I hear a whimper and a groan, and I don’t give a fuck if I’m the one whimpering, because this is the best feeling in the world.How did I ever convince myself I could live without this?
