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I miss you. Every day I wake up here, I look at her, and I miss you. Blue eyes shouldn’t look so dark. Blue skies are my favorite, and they reflect in your eyes like a crisp spring morning. Blue is my favorite color.
I wouldn’t go back to you if you were my last option on earth. That broke my heart. Now you have to put it back together.
You’re my first thought when I open my eyes, my last when I fall asleep, and the main character in every single one of my dreams.
“You’d know if you’d talked to me when I called.” He shrugs, but it looks fake and forced because he’s not indifferent about this. “That night…I just needed to talk to someone who understands me.”
“Ella, your brother gets hotter every time I see him.” “My brother?” I turn around, and there is Luke walking the length of the college dining hall, heading straight toward us. When I look back at my friends, Wren has a hand tangled in Peach’s hair, forcing her to look down at her plate. “Focus on your food,” he growls.
Ella Baker. My beautiful obsession. The one who still thinks I’ll allow her to move on from me. I might be stuck with a manipulative woman, but once I’m done with her, Ella will be mine. Even if it takes unconventional convincing.
“Yesterday. Tonight. Tomorrow. In ten years. She’s mine.” My heart liquifies, melted by the dangerous heat in his voice. “Don’t test that. You don’t want to play with a man who would blow the world to pieces for her.” His voice lowers to a grave baritone. “Because, tell me, if I’m willing to destroy myself for her, what makes you think I won’t destroy someone as insignificant as you?”
I never wanted to feel distant from my best friend. I never wanted to manipulate him. All I ever wanted was to love his sister in peace. No one is letting me love her in fucking peace.
“We’re not going there today, Chris. You don’t get to pick who I date.” “I absolutely do. You don’t date anyone.”
I get closer to her, too close for the public eye. Tapping the desk she’s leaning on, I nod to myself. “What the hell are you doing?” “Checking how sturdy your desk is since I’m going to sit you down and fuck you on it the second this lesson is over. Make sure you keep that in mind during the whole class.”
“Look at you, taking Daddy so well. Why would you try to withhold this from us?”
“We’re everything,” he finally says. “We’re all that matters. And when things get out of control, I want you to remember that.”
If there isn’t a smile on her face, I want to know why. If there’s a tear on her cheek, I want to know who. And if there’s a name tattooed on her heart, it has to be mine.
Mainly, she’ll understand there isn’t any other ending to her story than the one where I’m her happily ever after. Even if she disagrees.
“My bad. She can’t speak with my dick down her throat, but I think she meant to say she doesn’t want to see you again. Whatever little thing you think you’d start, it’s over.” Hanging up on Henry, he throws the phone on the bed and stares down at me.
“You will go to bed one night, and it will be me you sleep next to. You will wake up, and it’ll be my cock deep inside you. You will live, because I’m the one who allows oxygen into your lungs.” He shifts, grazing my lips with his, and I don’t dare move an inch. I’m incapable of taking a step back. “And my hand will be so far inside your chest, your heart won’t beat without feeling my grip around it.”
You built a world without me and left me with no choice but to destroy it. We’ll build another one. I promise.
My lips crash against his, and I hear him moan. Probably with a mix of surprise and joy. He holds me tighter, fingertips digging into my skin as he turns the kiss ravenous. This man missed me, and there’s no other way he could have shown it. This kiss is more than the lust we’ve shared until now. This kiss is more than owning me, or my body. This kiss…is the second chance he so desperately talks about,
In a perfect world, my love for you would be easy. At least in this world, it’s worth it.
He does something I would have never expected from him. Chris. My Chris. The almighty man who lives for control…falls to his knees. “Do you think I would get on my knees for her and beg her to trust me?”
“I’m scared of you,” I admit in a barely audible voice. “Of the things you make me feel.” “Don’t be.” He buries himself against my stomach. “The things you feel can only be a fraction of my love for you.” As he presses his ear against my ribs, I understand what he’s doing. Listening to my heartbeat. “When your heartbeat picks up, mine is already racing.” He looks up at me, pressing a hand against my chest. “When your lungs feel tight from the overwhelming love between us, mine are crushed.”
“When your mind begs you to let go and let it happen, mine is already far down the rabbit hole. You will never love me like I love you, Ella. It hurts, and it gives me false hope. It drives me insane and pulls me back every time. You can’t possibly ever feel the same way. But I’ll take anything you give to me.” He takes in a shaky breath. “Anything, please.”
If I ever give you this journal, remember the day they tried to keep me away from you. And remember I crawled home to you. I will always come home to you.
“Say it,” I rasp, excitement mixing with the longing. “I’m going to kiss you.” “Do it.” His lips capture mine in a deep kiss. It’s like we’ve never kissed before. Like we waited forever for it.
