But that doesn’t mean everything that happened is gone.We’re slowly putting those broken pieces together, and I’m sure there will be days when it rears its ugly head, reminding us of all the bullshit that has happened.
“What’s on the agenda today?”Miles asks, acting like his brother didn’t just ask the million-dollar question.The one that neither of us answered, almost ignoring it.
Are we back together?
Fuck, how shitty is it that less than twenty-four hours ago I broke up with Isaac, and now I’m in Miles’s bed?I can’t even imagine how this looks and what people think of me.The gossip was already rampant when I hooked up with Isaac, and now it looks like I’m back with Miles.
I’m not normally one to worry about this kind of shit, but this one is hitting me a little too hard.The guilt pools heavy in my stomach, and my coffee tastes bitter and thick as I try to swallow it down.
My feelings ebb and flow like the ocean.One minute I’m consumed with happiness, ignoring that my problems still exist, and the next I’m scared for the future, scared for what all this means.
“I have to work the lunch rush at the bar,” I tell him, but Kai’s question still lingers in my mind.“You?”
“Boards with my dad,” he responds.“And I told Nate I’d fill in for a couple of lessons today too.”
“What are we doing here, Miles?”I blurt out, shocking myself with the question.It’s going to be asked of us by everyone we see.As much as they need an answer, so do I.
“What do you want it to be, Daisy?”he asks me in a reverent tone.“I know what I want it to be, but I’m not the one who just left a…” He doesn’t say it because I’m not even sure it could be classified as a relationship.
“Trauma bond” is a better way to describe it.Those bonds don’t break as easily as people think.I want it to end.I want to act like it never happened, but there’s no way Isaac feels that way too.
“It doesn’t have to have a title,” Miles now says, a sweetness that laces each word.“There’s a lot here to unpack, and that’s for us and only us to deal with.People don’t need an explanation even if they want it.This is our life, our choices.”
“Shit, when did you get so wise?”I joke, pushing away the feelings, masking them with humor.
“When I lost the only thing that was important to me,” he responds without a second of hesitation.
His words are like a knife straight to my shattered heart.Just when I think the pieces are healing, they break again.
The tears spill without trying, and maybe I’m tired of trying to control them, tired of being strong when all I really want to do is fall apart.
“You split me in two, Daisy.Broke me the fuck up,” he says, lowering his head until our foreheads touch.With his rough, calloused fingers, he pushes away the tears.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, reaching to set my coffee mug on the counter, my arms wrapping around him.I pull him to me, my hands holding his face to mine.
“And I’m sorry I ever left you.It was the worst decision of my life,” he admits, and I shake my head.He can’t think that.It would have always been regret that lingered in his mind, wondering if he would have made it.
It could have been what ended us if he had stayed too.
His arms lower to my ass, picking me up, he sets me on the counter, his mouth on mine in a kiss that feels like desperation.
“I told you yesterday that we’re done with apologies,” he rasps painfully.“No more.Not a word from either of us.”
I nod as his hands snake up my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the counter.He moans as his fingers dance along the edge of my panties, sliding them to the side.He tests my entrance with a hesitant finger.Circling softly, he finds me growing wet with his touch.
My eyes fall closed, and without warning, he’s slamming into me.His dick hard, and my pussy clenches around him.Pleasure floods my bloodstream at the invasion.Pushing to the hilt, I wrap my legs around him.
My heels dig into his ass, urging him closer and deeper, needing the release that comes on so suddenly.His thumb finds my clit, circling it with languid ease, bringing me to the edge with the combination of his thumb and his dick.
I mumble pleas of desperation and need, almost incoherent, lost in the feeling of having him filling me.
“I’m going to come,” I call out, my words lost in the sounds of our breathing, in the raggedness of his grunts.
Miles’s hips jerk erratically, the rhythm lost as he pounds into me without regard, and I beg for more.
“Fuck, Daisy,” he growls.“You’re so fucking beautiful and you’re mine.”Every word is said with conviction, a reminder of what we once were, of what we can still be.“Say it.Say you’re mine,” he commands now, his gaze locking with mine, his fingers gripping the back of my neck.“Say it while I come inside you bare.While I fill you with my cum.Fucking claim you.”
“I’m yours!”I scream as my body falls apart, clenching around him, my legs shaking of their own accord.
