Standing up together, I watch our surroundings. This is our last day in Greece. The weather could have been nicer. The gray clouds in the sky show the storm that is brewing. A little rain doesn’t stop us from what we’re about to do.
“Ready?” she asks me.
After quickly casting a peek at my plate, she looks away politely. I’m grateful for the privacy she gives me. It only makes me respect her even more than I already do.
Swallowing tightly, I glance down at the plate full of everything that’s kept me back. My father, the team, Trinity’s dad’s death, overdosing … secrets. It’s all written in black. I’m ready to smash all these worries away. I’m ready to fully move on and only focus on my future and not the past.
“Three,” Trinity says slowly.
“Two,” I grit out.
“One,” we say together.
I watch as our plates smash against the pavement. Pieces of our plates go everywhere. The powerful swing my arm made feels exhilarating.
“Opa,” Trinity jokes as she glances down at the broken pieces.
“Look at you. Your inner Greek is coming out,” I tease her.
She brushes me off. “You’ve rubbed off on me.”
Damn right I have.
Kicking the broken pieces on the ground with the toe of my shoe, I let out a relieved sigh.
“Only moving forward from this point on,” Trinity says to me while wrapping her arms around my neck.
Gripping her hips in my hands, I pull her until she’s flush against me. “I didn’t know you had that much power in you.” My lips brush against hers as I play with her.
Her swing was pretty powerful.
Note to self: don’t get on her bad side again.
Her fingers fiddle with the hairs at the nape of my neck. “Never underestimate a girl’s anger.”
She bites her lip, which makes me wild. That’s how fucking whipped I am for her. Just one bite from her teeth on her plump pink lips has me itching to have her.
“Sing me the song?” she mumbles as she focuses her gaze on my lips.
My mind comes up blank.
When I raise an eyebrow, she continues, “The song you sang me in the treehouse. The one you wrote about me.”
Placing my lips against her ear, I whisper huskily the words I wrote just for her.
I watch with love as she throws her head back and laughs up at the sky. She grips my neck tightly as I nibble at her neck.
Turning my head up to the gray sky, I feel light raindrops fall. “Let’s go inside.” Pulling away from her body, I wind my fingers through hers and tug. My steps halt when I don’t feel her following me.
“What are you doing?” I laugh out loud when I find her still smiling up at the sky.
This is a stunning sight. Watching the love of my life, the one girl who has ever made me giggle, spreading her arms open wide, letting the now-heavy rainfall soak her body.
The water makes her face shine.
Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she laughs. “I’m trying to be one of those people who likes the rain,” she yells out to me.
My hair falls against my forehead, blocking my vision, and I push it back. My T-shirt is tight against my body. It’s uncomfortable, but I won’t miss this sight for anything.
