Page 18 of Fourteen Years

“Thank you.” she said softly.

I met her eyes, looking down at her. The only light in the room coming from a lamp by the front window casting a soft glow around the room. I reached up, brushing some hair off of her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. I saw her pulse jump in her neck when I made contact with her skin.

“For what?” I asked, my voice coming out gruffly.

“Everything you’ve done for me.”

“I’d do anything for you. Always.”

Her eyes were huge, staring at me. She licked her lips nervously and my eyes were drawn to her mouth. I didn’t think about it. I just lowered my head and pressed my mouth gently against hers. Brushing mine over hers lightly. I felt her sharp intake of breath and stilled, gauging her reaction.

She sighed and her hands clenched my shirt, pulling me closer and pressing her lips firmer against mine. Sliding my hand up the side of her neck gently, I tipped her head further back with my thumb, sliding it under her chin. My other arm stayed firmly around her waist, drawing her closer to me, deepening the kiss.

Whatever she was willing to give, I was going to take. I’d waited years for this. For a second chance. I teased the seam of her lips with the tip of my tongue.

Testing.

Daring.

Their pillowy softness parted on a sigh and I was home. My tongue sliding against hers. It was like the years had never happened.

Kissing Monica felt like coming home.

The pieces of my heart felt like they found their matches and were settling back into place. She hesitantly brushed her tongue against mine and I groaned into her. Then we were lost. Trapped in a suddenly heated kiss where we felt like we couldn’t drink each other in fast enough. Her hands were sliding up over my shoulders, clutching me to her, and I pressed her into the back of the sofa, I could feel her breasts pressing into the hardness of my chest.

I needed to keep my head. This couldn’t go too fast and scare her. Ruin things for both of us. Breaking the kiss, we both breathed heavily. I rested my forehead against hers, moving my thumb soothingly over her cheek as she gazed into my eyes.

Clearing her throat softly, she spoke, “Well, then. That’s new.”

I snorted softly.

“It's been a long time coming for me, Monica.”

“Yeah?” she asked hesitantly.

“Always.” I replied, seriously.

She visibly gulped, and I decided things had progressed enough for one evening. Sitting back I adjusted my painfully hard erection in my pants and ran a hand through my hair again.

“Wanna go on a date?” I blurted out.

Smooth, dumbass.

Monica’s hands flew up, clasping over her mouth, and she fell back giggling.

“Trevor! Our daughter was just in a car accident, after sneaking out of the house and going joyriding with your old drug dealer’s son, and you’re asking me on a date?”

I laughed, staring up at the ceiling, before meeting her gaze again.

“Apparently, Mon.” I said seriously.

She stopped and stared at me. Seeming to take me in, her eyes moving over my face consideringly.

“I’ve never stopped loving you, Mon. I respected you and Paul. I was happy for you all and knew you’d moved on to someone more deserving. But, I’ve always had feelings for you. Always will.”

I’d laid it all out. Nothing held back now.

“If there’s anything the last year and a half has taught us, it's that life is fleeting and we shouldn’t sit around and wait on things.” I continued, nervously, looking away, through the front window and out onto the quiet, dark street.

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