There's a figure at the window.
A man. Large. Standing with his back to me, looking out at the parking lot below.
The sound I make is not a word.
He turns around.
Beckett.
Thank God.
I grab the doorframe.
My heart is on fire, alongside those butterflies in my gut. I close the door behind me and lean against it and breathe. "You shouldn't be here."
"You're jumpy." He crosses the room. "Are you alright?"
I’m so thrown off. "What are you doing here?" I ask.
He reaches me before I've finished asking. His hands find my face, and then he's kissing me. I'm too startled and too relieved to stop him, so I kiss him back for a moment.
Then I pull back. "Beck."
"I missed you." His thumb moves across my cheek.
He looks at me like I'm something he needs, and I can’t help myself. Ever since he stopped staying the night, I hate to admit that I’ve missed him too.
I chew my lip, reaching up to his face. “Is everything okay?”
He presses his hard body against. “It’s better now.”
Before he kisses me again, I whisper, "I missed you, too."
And I mean it.
He kisses me again, letting my coat fall to the ground.
Beckett is gentle in a way that undoes me.
I’m on my tiptoes, reaching for his lips. He’s tall, but he’s not Theo tall. I inhale, opening my eyes. Beckett’s eyes were already open. He smiles at me as his tongue plays with mine.
Then the rest of my clothes come off, and I remove his. This between Beckett and me is easy. As his hands map my body, turning me around and brushing my hair over my shoulder, he squeezes my ass and tells me to bend over on my bed.
I listen, adrenaline rushing through me.
He enters from the back, and my body arches into his. When he leans down and breathes into my ear with each thrust, I think about Theo covering my eyes in the bookstore and telling me to pick a book. I moan louder.
“Shh,” he says, but he doesn’t stop his pace. “You feel so fucking good, Adela. Fuck.”
I lean down to my elbows, pushing my ass out faster. I bounce against him with each thrust, and I cry out every time.
Before I know it, I’m lying in his arms and laughing at something he said. His fingers trace my spine, and he asks if I’m doing okay.
I rest my head on his shoulder. "So much better now that you're here."
He rubs my back. "Sorry I didn't come sooner."
I rest my chin on his chest and look at him. "I think things are going back to how they were before."
