He fell in love with Sariah nearly two decades ago and lost her. When he found her again, there was no way he would accept anything but her at his side. She was it for him. If he had to crawl across glass, he would so they could have their second chance.
Ci: Easy to say. Hard as hell to do. The question is… is she worth it?
Fucker. Why does the man always make everything seem so easy? Do the right thing. Always show up. Sacrifice, love, give. He’s selfless.
That will never be said of me.
Rifling through my guest bathroom drawer, I find an unopened toothbrush in the back and a travel toothpaste that must’ve been freebies from the dentist. Sliding them in my pocket, I grab my laptop and…
Is that all I really need? Maybe. Of course, it’s literally right next door if I need to make my way back.
Using the back door and back gates, I find myself on her steps. I suck in one deep breath and enter the code to let myself in but can’t. She set the top lock.
That makes me happy all the while it annoys the fuck out of me. I want her safe. I do not want to be on the outside trying to get in. I knock.
“Who is it?”
As if. “Seriously?”
“A girl can’t be too careful.” She pulls open the door, and I’m struck dumb.
She stands in my tee from last night—How? Was it in her purse all day?—and nothing else. Or at least nothing I can see. What’s on display are those long creamy legs and bare feet with painted toes.
“I didn’t expect you.”
Placing a hand to her belly, I give her a light push so I can enter. “Why not, Wifey? We live together after all.” My tone is saccharine sweet, if not a little annoyed.
“Because, William,” she starts, sarcastically drawing out my given name.
I so badly want to take that smart mouth. Blood surges to my cock, and I lift my eyes to the ceiling, fighting for control.
“What might you have said to make me think you’d be here?” She lifts the hand from her hip to extend to me as if my presence is the confusion. The problem is it also lifts the tee higher on those thighs, and my eyes drop.
“I said nothing that indicated I wouldn’t be here.” I close the door behind me as I watch her.
She pauses and squints, but her eyes slide aside, as if she’s replaying everything. And she gives up. Just like that. She lifts a shoulder. “Okay then.” She turns on a heel, the tee swirling out where the bottoms of her ass cheeks are hidden and walks back toward her living room.
It’s the ultimate fucking tease.
So close to seeing. So close to having. Thealmostdamn near brings me to my knees.
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I follow, like a puppy bounding after its master, begging for a treat.
When I get to the living room, she’s piled on the sofa, one knee inside my t-shirt, the other underneath her. There’s nothing to see, but everything to wonder about. And it’s making my resolve crumble like sand.
I bail into the corner opposite her, placing my computer on my lap. It’s strategic, frankly, since my dick is warm and growing and most definitely wants to find more heat. I open the laptop, seeing absolutely nothing, but moving my fingers over the keys in an effort to distract myself.
“What are you watching?” I finally have to ask.
“The Great British Bake Off. I love Mom’s recipes, but I always admire what people can do with sugar. And it gives me ideas.”
I want to groan. Instead, and with no subtlety at all, I pull my lips inside my teeth and bite down. “I’m assuming it’s a competition between bakers?”
