“I mean, once you've been with the milkman …"
The beam on my face is genuine, and though his explanation is a ten on the corny meter, I feel every word he's saying. “I think you're right."
Wesley pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me into a tight embrace. His lips press against the top of my head, and he releases me.
“It was so nice to see you tonight, Madelyn," he says.
He's saying goodbye. I'm confused after everything he explained, but maybe I've been misunderstanding his direction. He said he's focusing on his career, so maybe he doesn't have space in his life for an interruption like I would cause.
“It was so nice to see you too," I reply, feeling that stupid pain in my chest, one I haven't felt since the last time I left him. I wish I didn't run into him tonight. The damn connection I feel toward him is the same one I felt last year, and it has haunted me even though I tried so hard to put him out of my head. I did it all to myself, and to him by letting my guard down, then running off after. There's no guarantee I wouldn't do it again to him, and if he's thinking the same way, I can't blame him for saying goodbye. “I'll see you around sometime, okay? Don't be a stranger."
“Definitely," I tell him, waving as he takes a few steps away from me.
I turn around, heading toward the nearest bus stop. It sucks to feel crushed after a hour-long reunion with a man I fell for so quickly last year. This isn't me. I don't let people in like this. I have to make it stop.
With an attempt to take in a deep breath, hoping to push away the sting, I'm shockingly spun around where chilled hands cup around cheeks. Warm lips press into mine with a fiery passion that fills in the all the missing kisses from the last year. “I need be with you," he mumbles against my lips. “No matter what it takes. I need you in my life."
For a person who doesn't cry and has refused to show emotion to anyone asking for it, a tear spills from my eye and runs down my cheek before splitting into two. A tear is running down his cheek too. “I want to be with you. There were so many times this past year I wanted to call or text you, but I didn't know what to think after that last day we had together, and I felt stupid to even consider putting myself through that pain again."
“It doesn't matter. It wasn't the right time. This here …it's our time, I feel it," he says, touching his lips to mine again, and again.
The world is a blur around us as we find our way to his apartment, blinded by the unstoppable kissing and waves of emotion pouring over me like a heavy waterfall. “I want to pick up where we left off. I want to be your girlfriend with the hope of more someday, but only if you can forgive me for playing hard to get for a year," I tell him as he pulls me into his apartment.
“I want to be your one, so whatever that means, I'll be that for you."
“You know what? You are the1%missing from making me feelwhole."
“Aw, Maddy, that's so sweet, and wow, look at you—you've learned to tell a joke," he jests.
“It's a joke, but it has a deeper meaning," I tell him, trying to sound sincere.
“I like it," he says. “I'm glad you said it when you did because I was about to ask you if we could start on the right hoof and try to back off the dairy jokes since they're so damn cheesy, but maybe they're okay for now."
“That's great to hear.Now, do my body good."
“Delivery is in progress," he says, unbuttoning my shirt ... with his teeth while grinding against me. He gently shoves me into a chair and proceeds to give me a lap dance that involves him slowly removing almost every article of his clothing. “No touching. Rules are rules." Wesley continues until my back is arching away from the chair, and my moans are loud enough to disturb his neighbors.
“It takes talent to dance without music," I mutter, breathlessly.
“Who needs music when we can make our own rhythm." He peppers kisses down the side of my neck, then loosens the tie that's still around his neck, pulls it off and places it around my neck as if it's a gift. The show ends with his ass nearly tearing through his boxer briefs as he shakes the thing in my face.
There's only one thing to do, so I slap it, breaking the “no-touching-rule."
“Hey," he says. “There are rules, Madelyn."
“I'm not good at following rules," I tell him. “Not when you're going to tease me like this."
“Good because I can't hold out much longer either," he says, pulling me up from the chair and into his arms.
I glance up at him, trying my best to offer a look of sincerity. “You know, I was starting to second guess something about myself this past year."
“About what?" he asks.
“I was wondering about my milkshake status, but I guess it still brings the boy to the yard …"I couldn't stop myself.
He rests his head against my bare chest, laughing. “No more milk jokes, please."
“Fine, but under one condition," I offer. “You'll always secretly be my milkman, but keep in mind … I was the only one you neverdeliveredto ..."
