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It starts slow. But then his hands cup my face, and he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss.
When we finally pull apart, his forehead rests against mine. “Again, I promise not to mess this up. I swear to you, shortcake. Every day, every single day, I’ll make it up to you.”
I let out a shaky breath, my hands gripping the front of his shirt. “Okay. But let’s keep it a secret for now, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” I nod against him, swallowing hard.
And just like that, the rest of the world fades away.
The past. The pain. The what ifs.
For this moment, it’s just us.
Chapter twenty
Blake
Euphoria. That’s the only word for it.
It’s been one week. One week since she let me back in, but it still feels like yesterday. I’m on cloud twelve. Not cloud nine - cloud twelve.
And still, it doesn’t feel like enough.
I want more. I always want more when it comes to her.
More of her laughter, the kind that sneaks up on her and makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. More of her touch, soft and familiar, yet electric in a way that makes my pulse trip over itself. More of those quiet moments where she looks at me like she’s finally seeing me again - not the past, not the mistakes, just me.
I never knew I could crave someone like this, like an ache I don’t want to ease.
I can’t stop smiling.
It’s crazy. I feel like a teenager again - like all the awkward, giddy, butterfly moments are flooding back in full force. She’s mine. She’s really mine. Again. I still can’t believe it sometimes.
We’ve had a few ‘secret’ dates. We went on long walks and had lots of quiet talks. It’s like we’re relearning each other all over again, and somehow it feels even better than before. Every touch, every glance, every moment feels like it matters in ways it never did back then.
God, I can’t wait for more. The best part? We can’t keep our hands off each other. She’ll roll her eyes and call me insufferable, but the second we’re alone, she’s the one pulling me in, pressing her lips to mine.
There’s something different about this now. Back then, we dove in headfirst, reckless and sure. Now, we tread carefully, like we’re both afraid of breaking whatever fragile thing we’re building. But even with the caution, I feel it. That pull. Thatneedhasn’t lessened, not even after all these years.
And yeah, we’re keeping it a secret.
For now.
Looking at it now, it’s kind of funny… Back when we started dating, I was the one who asked to keep it a secret from Keith, and now, it’s her.
If it were up to me, I’d go straight to Keith and tell him and everyone that Iloveher. And that we are together.
Anyway, that aside, I’m just giddy. I can’t help it. I feel like I’m walking around in a haze of happiness like I’m constantly on the edge of a laugh or a grin, and no matter what I’m doing, my brain keeps drifting back to her.
I don’t know how I got so lucky. All I can think of now is going back to….
And then -
Whistle.
The sharp, piercing sound cuts through the rush of my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.
