He wouldn’t back down until they caved.
Impressive to see from him, but right now, it’s utterly frustrating.
I can see her trying to process everything I’m throwing at her, but to my defense, I’ve had five years of nothing but time to think about every possible reason she left me.
My brain is my own worst enemy…
She opens her mouth, and I lean forward, wanting to focus on everything she says or how she acts.
But instead of speaking, she lunges forward and kisses me.
Her body now lies on top of mine as the momentum throws me back into the couch.
My hands rush into her soft, lilac-scented hair as hers rest on my chest.
Her legs straddle my hips, and I have no willpower to make her stop…I don’t want her to.
I wanted her to answer my questions, but I’ll take anything she wants to give me.
If it means I can feel that connection I’ve craved for years with her again, I guess I’ll take it.
