“You being here, right now, in the same hospital as me…my heart is breaking all over again. I don’t know if I’ll survive. I don’t even know how to breathe right.” She isn’t wrong, her breathing is close to hyperventilating.
But despite her current state, my heart sings to the fact that she still wants me. That being here is going to be hard on her because she misses me. “So all those unanswered text messages?”
She crosses her arms and looks away from me again, trying to breathe slowly through her nose. “I didn’t want to give us hope. I thought a clean break was important for my brother’s-”
“Your brother gave me his blessing a month ago.”
Her head whips back to face me. “What?”
I nod and step into her space. Our chests are nearly touching. “I thought you didn’t want me, so I didn’t tell you.”
“I- I-We-I can’t?—”
I watch as her expression changes, and I try to read every one of her emotions but fail. “There’s nothing standing between us anymore,” I add, licking my lips. Her eyes zoom to the action. “If you want to…we don’t have to be apart anymore, Avery. If that’s what you want. Is that what you want, baby girl?”
She tucks her bottom lip in between her teeth as she thinks it over. “We can’t just erase the breakup. It’s not that simple. We can’t just pick up where we left off.”
I take a chance and run my knuckles over her cheek, swiping away tears. “Says who?”
She leans into the touch. “I don’t know,” she answers, and there’s so much honesty in the words that it makes me smile a little. “Society?”
“Screw society. We can do whatever we want. Tell me, Avery. What do you want?”
I watch as her throat bobs on a thick swallow. Her voice is so small when she says, “I want to be me again. You made me feel like me when I was so lost and confused. You brought me back from a dark place in my life and showed me what true happiness could be like. I want that back. I want you, Reid. That’s all I want, everything I’ve wanted for months, and if my brother said -”
It takes everything in me to hold still during her entire speech, but now that she said she wants me back, I take her face in my hands and crush my lips down on hers. I give her all of me. Every last drop, through one kiss. My head spins as I drink her in, inhaling deeply before running my tongue along the seam of her lips, asking for permission. She opens immediately, and I sweep my tongue inside, groaning at the taste of her. A taste I didn’t realize I missed until this very moment.
We kiss for what feels like forever, the rest of the world forgotten. There’s only us, the equipment surrounding us, and the murmurs of people walking by in the hallway outside the storage room. Her hands around my neck tug at my hair, and my hands move from her face, down her body, and to her hips where I squeeze and pull her tighter against me.
She moans when my erection presses against her core, and I just can’t contain myself any longer. Kissing isn’t enough. I need more of her, the deepest connection we can have.
“Take off your pants.”
“What?” She blinks at me, confused.
“Take them off, Avery,” I whisper my command.
Without another word, she does as I ask, and then I’m lifting her onto the edge of the totes and settling between her thighs. I pull out my cock, rest my forehead against hers, and slide inside of her. She sucks in a breath at the same time that I groan her name.
That familiar tug of her walls sucks on my cock before I start moving. I find her lips again, kissing her more sensually, more lovingly, more meaningful. I swallow every soft mewl she makes and rock my hips against her, picking up my pace until she starts gripping me harder.
“God, I missed you,” I murmur against her lips. I grab her shirt and pull it off her body then pull on the hem of mine, slide it off, and fling it to the side.
“I missed you so much, Reid.” Her hands start roaming my body, her trailing fingers feeling heavenly on my skin.
I rest my forehead against hers and fuck her with everything I have, slamming into her and knocking the totes into the wall with every pump of my hips. Her breathing picks up pace, and I know she’s close. I’m close too—a tingle down the base of my spine—but I won’t finish until she does.
“Tell me this is forever,” she begs in between pants.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I shake my head a little. “I won’t let you get away from me again, I can promise you that.”
My words do something to her, my promise striking something within her, and then she’s tipping her head back, mouth open, as she comes. Her pussy clamps so hard around me that I curse. A few more pumps and I’m following right after her, hands falling beside her as I bend forward a little, my legs weak from the intense orgasm.
Our breathing is in time with each other, but she starts to hiccup a sob. I bend down to capture her gaze, tipping her chin up to meet my eyes. “Sad tears or happy ones?” I ask after a moment.
“Happy,” she croaks out.
I smile and press a kiss to her lips before I slide out and go in search of something to clean her up. Once that’s done, I toss the cloth in the trash and help her off the totes. We’re silent as I holdher hand while she pulls her clothes back on. When we’re both finished, she looks up at me, sniffling.
