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Leo was her best friend, they’d been friends since they were at kindergarten together. I suspected that she’d been in love with him for a while now, not that she’d admit it. Leo was a great guy. Dependable, strong and such a rock for Maddy during this whole thing. He had been here for all of us.
“It’s real good to see you, son,” he said, his words deep and warm and I let them wash over me. Then I burst into tears.
Then she leapt at me, her fists raised. I didn’t fight back, I just let her get all her rage out. After all, I owed her that. I killed her mom.
Charlie shrugged. “Because I want to forgive you. I know that’s what she would have wanted. You were a kid who did something stupid. You’re stuck here for over a decade still, your family’s abandoned you. I feel like you’re being punished enough and I don’t want any more tragedy. Something good needs to come from this.”
All the things I would have said to him if I’d known. Thank you. I’m so grateful. I feel like your family. I kept going because of you. I love you like a father.
“I will always be nice to you, Kat. I will do anything I can for you, forever,”
She was a tough cookie, I liked that about her. There was a hard glint to her eye; she’d grown up and too quickly, taken on a lot of responsibility and burden. I knew that from Charlie, he often talked about her and she sounded like a pistol alright. I wondered what it would take to get her to smile, to relax…to moan.
But her sass, her strength and bravery were like sparks in my veins. I didn’t know why, maybe I just had a thing for sassy blondes who could verbally chew me up and spit me out.
Something changed when he looked after me the other night. I was safe with him. Protected.
And I had to watch him all shirtless and sweaty, doing manly things with hammers and drills and bits of wood that made my lady parts do a little dance, beg to make a little love, let alone get down tonight.
God I just wanted to slam my mouth into hers and take all that anger, all that fire and heat, and swallow it down, replacing it with moans and groans instead.
She always looked stunning, kissable, lickable, beddable. Everythingable.
“Because right now, the way I feel about you, I want this to be the best damn kiss you’ve ever had.”
“I am hard to get,” she replied, closing the door and strutting over to me. “No, sweetheart. You’re hard to keep.”
I was wrong before, this was the sight that would stay with me until I died, watching this glorious woman lose herself in my body, in what I could give her.
It was ridiculous how gone I was for that woman. The moment she stood up for me at Larry’s Leathers, apologizing for how others treat me, then kissing my knuckles, I fell in love. Hell, I didn’t fall, I plummeted.
I wanted to ask him to forgive me. I wanted to ask him to hug me and kiss me and call me sweetheart again. Because now that I’d heard him call me that, I wanted to hear it for the rest of my life. But I wouldn’t. I wanted him to choose it, not give it to me because I demanded it. He’d had so many choices and decisions taken from him in the last twelve years and I wouldn’t take any more.
