“Livia.” The air rushed out of my lungs, with her name riding it.
She smiled nervously and waved.
“Hey.”
Hey? How the hell was she not freaking out like I was right now? I knew my face held shock on it from seeing her, but damn, I was seconds away from crushing her in my arms and not letting go.
“I sent you a message a little while ago. Did you get it?” She did message me. I cursed at myself internally. I should have gotten a new phone right away. I shook my head no, and she let out a tiny breath of relief.
“OKay, that’s good. I thought you were avoiding me, and I’ve been trying to find you for the past few weeks. But I wasn’t sure you’d even want to talk to me, since I didn’t answer your text back right away. I’d been trying to figure myself out, and I did, actually. I started doing graphic design for books, and I told Lane off by talking about your big cock and all the dirty things you did to me. And—” I cut her rambling off by fusing my lips to hers. Her eyes were wide and her lips were stunned, but after that feeling wore off, our lips were moving together, our tongues were caressing one another, and my hands couldn’t stop touching every part of her sun-warmed skin.
“About the pictures, though. I’m sorry. It’s not what you might have thought. I just had to get that out there.” Pictures? I pulled back and looked at her in confusion.
“What pictures?”
Her eyes started darting everywhere but at me.
“You don’t know what pictures I’m talking about?” She said nervously, her hands wrapping themselves around me like she was afraid I was going to run, and she needed to hold onto me.
“Tell me,” I asked nicely, but on the inside I was starting to worry about it.
“Uh. So I went to Joel’s, to find you. Climbed over his Berlin wall there, and he let me stay overnight as we came up with a plan for me to win you back. And then I went surfing the next morning, before my flight back home, and I actually rode a wave. I mean, you should have seen me. I was so cool!” Her excitement was cute, but I wanted to know what these pictures she was talking about were.
“Back to pictures.” I reminded her to stay on topic.
“Right. So when I hit the sand, I was all excited and Joel came up to hug me, like a brother, you know, and there was a paparazzi guy. He took pictures of us. And I know they were on the internet saying I was his new fling. But you know it’s not true, right? I’m your woman. Through and through. I just had to make myself whole again before I could give all of myself to you.” It was unbelievable that she could get all that out in one breath.
“Didn’t see photos, babe. But it doesn’t matter. You’re my woman.” And hell if I was going to let her go again. Nope. Don’t know how we were going to make it work, but there wasn’t any other option.
“Really? I mean, just like that, you’re okay to be with me again? I had a whole deal ready to go if you were unsure.” She was grinning, and it made me laugh.
“What’s the deal?” It wouldn’t matter what her deal was, but I was curious now. What would she offer that was supposed to make me be with her, if I hadn’t decided it already? She smiled, a little embarrassed that I had asked her to tell me, which was cute.
“So, Killian, I will spend the rest of my days spreading sunshine on your life and giving you fabulous blow jobs, if you let me tag along with you wherever you go, for the rest of your life.” She looked so proud of herself for coming up with that, and hell, it would have worked if I didn’t already plan for that.
“One amendment to the deal.” I pulled her closer and leaned in to kiss her.
“What’s that?” she whispered and closed her eyes, ready for our lips to meet once again.
“None of that peeing-every-hour shit, okay?” She nodded her head at me, repeating my only rule from the first deal of ours, and sealed her lips against mine.
We didn’t know what the future had in store for us, but we were going to live each moment as it came, together.
“What was your message?” Even though kissing her was amazing, I wanted to know what her message had been before that I missed.
“?1,2,3,4′ by Plain White T’s.” I knew that song and knew what she meant. She told me she loved me. Didn’t have a doubt about that, but figured I should say it back, and this time, no song.
“I love you, Livia Jones.” I could see tears starting to glisten in her eyes, and knew she was happy for my words. I’d spend the rest of my life giving her all the words she wanted. We smiled and kissed for what seemed like hours on the dock, before leaning my forehead against hers to ask her a question.
“Take a long drive with destiny, Livia?”
“Anywhere you go, I’ll follow,” she answered, so we walked to my bike and took a long drive, got lost, not to be found for hours, while I claimed her as my woman once again.
Epilogue
To: Mom
From: Livia
