“Take all the time you need.” She says, sitting me down on her bed.
“Okay, thanks.” I smile softly. She rises on her toes, stretching her neck to press a light kiss to my forehead before slipping out and shutting the door behind her.
Once I’m certain I’m alone, I bury my head in my hands and let out a few muttered curses.
My chest feels heavy.
It wasn’t Gabe and Wyatt that twisted me up so much. I’m twisted up because I’mjealous. Jealous that his person is here and mine isn’t.
He’sneverfucking here.
Hot tears threaten to pour over, but I try my hardest to hold them down.
I sniff, taking out my phone from my back pocket.
I know I shouldn’t, but before I can stop myself, my fingers are already pressing his name on my speed dial.
“Hey baby,” his voice sweet like honey flows through the phone after the first ring.
I waste no time telling him how it is. “You’re supposed to be here.” I rush.
A soft chuckle sounds through the phone. “I know, I—”
“No.” I cut him off. I never speak to him like this, but something in me needs to. “You’re supposed to be here with me and you’re not and…and Ihateit.” I snatch my hat off my head and throw it on the bed. “I hateyou.” I lie.
Elijah takes a minute to respond, making me immediately regret what I just said.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it—”
“Open the door,” he says plainly.
My eyebrows pinch together. “What?”
“Open. The. Door.”
I swallow thickly, rising up to my feet. Walking over slowly, I twist the door handle.
Standing there in all his glory, rocking the smug look I’ve always loved…there he is.
Dressed as a sexy as fuck pirate, Will Turner.
“You hate me, huh?” His brown eyes twinkle at me, sending my heart into overdrive.
“You cocky fucking asshole.” I suck in a breath.
Bracing my hands on his cheeks, we dive into a kiss so deep that I forget to breathe. His taste, the softness of his lips, the way his hair feels between my fingers. I missed it. I missed it all.
“Mmm, you taste sweet yet your words are so salty.” He laughs against my lips.
He squeezes my hips, backing me into the room.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” I pant, my lips decorating his soft skin, down his cheeks and over his jawline.
He tilts his head so I can continue down the column of his neck and back up again.
“I know. I wanted to surprise you. Did I do good?” He smiles, bringing my head back up to look into his eyes.
His beautiful, honey brown eyes.
