“I could see you being a dad, wearing a cowboy hat, those jeans showing off your peachy ass, and a tight-fitting tee. The school mums would be checking you out, wondering who this hunk is at the school pick up.” I chuckle.
“I would probably pick up my kids on a horse,” he teases.
“Now that is cowboy porn at its finest.” I smirk, leaning in and kissing him.
“Our kids would be the best dressed.” I still. He stills. Those eyes widen as if he’s just realized what he said. I’m not mad because I had the same thoughts about him. “I mean, you know … um …” His cheeks burn brightly.
Cupping his flaming cheeks, I smile. “Those thoughts don’t scare me.”
“They don’t?”
I shake my head. “No, they don’t, because I envisioned you in my thoughts.”
“You did?” Charlie seems surprised.
“Yeah,” I confess, leaning in. “But it’s nothing to freak out about, the future will be whatever it will be.”
“I’m so fucking lucky you let me in again. I’m never going to give you a reason to ever shut me out again.” He leans forward and kisses me slowly. My heart is full. This man makes me happy. And I hate the fact that we only have a couple of days left together on the island, and then it’s back to reality.
The rest of the night was magical, dancing with my friends, dancing with my man until it wasn’t.
“Derrick.” Chance grabs me as I walk down the outdoor path, coming back from the bathroom through the gardens in the dark.
“What?” I snap at him.
His face crumples at my tone. “Please, talk to me.”
“There isn’t much to talk about. I think we both said everything we needed.”
“You hate me now, don’t you?” His words slur, and I realize he’s drunk.
My shoulders slump. “I don’t hate you, Chance.”Because days ago, you were fucking him and were thinking you two would be dating again, until Charlie.
“You don’t?” He looks at me, hopeful. “Because I hate me.”
“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” I tell him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, which was not the right thing to do because the next thing I know, he is pushing me up against a wall and is kissing me.
What the fuck!
I push him, but he’s too strong. Has he been working out? Then the next thing I know, Chance has vanished, and the sound of bone crunching follows.
“Don’t fucking touch what’s mine,” Charlie screams at him as his fist meets his face.
“Charlie!” I scream.
Moments later, Jackson pulls a seething Charlie off Chance. Those intense eyes look at me, and I see the hurt flashing across them, just when he was opening up.
“I didn’t kiss him. He kissed me. I didn’t ask for it,” I tell Charlie, who looks so angry and hurt. My eyes then drift down and see that Chance is knocked out, and Jackson is calling someone.
“I can’t do this,” Charlie says.
No. No. No. “Charlie,” I scream as he starts to walk away.
“Charlie, don’t!” Jackson calls out angrily at his friend.
But he shakes his head and starts to walk off in the dark. I rush after him and turn him around. “Look at me. I didn’t ask for it. I’m sorry you saw that, but I don’t want him,” I plead with Charlie.
“But he wants you,” Charlie says quietly.
