Page 55 of All Too Well
But, fuck, I can’t.
She shifts her body, wrapping her leg around my hip, kissing me as much as I’m kissing her.
For years I’ve done my best not to remember how her body fit so perfectly with mine.
I pull her tighter, wanting to absorb her because for the first time in so long, I feel alive.
My lips leave hers and kiss down her neck, absorbing every sigh she lets out. Just one more second of this. Just one more and I’ll stop.
The lie isn’t even believable. Ainsley takes my face in her hands and pulls me back to her mouth. My hands roam over her perfect body, taking in each curve and dip. I kiss her deeper as my fingertips breach the hem of her shirt, wanting to take even more from her. She moves one hand to cover mine, pressing it upward. Just as I’m starting to move higher, I hear the sliding door open.
Like cold water over our heads, the moment freezes. We breakapart immediately, and I roll her behind me, shifting to my side so Rose hopefully won’t see her.
“Daddy?”
“Hi, baby, what’s wrong?”
“I had a bad dream.”
I’m having one right now. “Go back to bed and I’ll come in.”
She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands. “Okay. I was scared.”
“I know, I’ll be right there.”
Rose goes back inside, and I breathe a sigh of relief, as does Ainsley.
Fuck. Ainsley. I was kissing her and ... Jesus Christ. Did I learn nothing from the last time?
She shifts into the corner of the bed swing and wraps her arms around her legs. I turn to her to say something, anything, because I was so fucking out of line, but Ainsley speaks first.
“Go check on her. I’ll clean this up.”
“Ainsley . . .”
“Don’t say a word, just go.”
She seems upset, and once again I fucked up. I never should’ve kissed her. I’ve spent years perfecting my ability to resist her, but this ... I couldn’t do it.
I stand, feeling like the biggest piece of shit. “We’re going to talk about this,” I tell her. “Tomorrow, we’re going to have a conversation.”
Ainsley clears her throat. “Rose needs you more than we need to discuss any of this.”
“Don’t run away again.”
I run my hands through my hair and head inside to hopefully do right by one of the women in my life.
“Daddy, where’s Ainsley?” Rose asks.
“Probably sleeping. I don’t know.”
I’ve done my absolute best not to think about Ainsley sincelast night. After I got Rose to sleep, I went out back to talk to her, but she was already gone. Instead of making another mistake by going into her room, I went to bed, ready to have it out today.
However, it’s almost ten in the morning, and she still hasn’t come out of her room.
Rose runs to the front of the house and yells back. “Her car is gone!”
I let out a long breath and look heavenward. She fucking left? Jesus. Again? Are we going to go back to another four years?
