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“We have to celebrate,” he says, the tension in his voice palpable. I know the normal pitch and cadence of his voice, and I can tell that he's forcing himself to be excited.
“We don't have to celebrate tonight,” I reply, seeing that it's late, and also because I sense his reticence.
“I've missed you. I want to see you.” Now those words warm my heart and my lady parts. “I’ll come over to your workplace.”
He wants to see me.
I want to see him.
I'm sailing on air as I leave the office.
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LANCE
I’m happy for her. I am.
Megan’s new job sounds like a huge step up, and I'm glad that it’s the one she really wanted.
I met her at her workplace. She looked so gorgeous in her work clothes. So business like and professional. There's nothing as powerful as seeing someone who fills you with joy, who makes your heart sing, and causes a physical reaction in your body, than to know they are yours.
She is mine, for as long as we have this.
We went for a meal, and then I asked her to come back to my place. She jumped at the chance, and then she jumped at me as soon as we walked through the door.
It was only a matter of seconds before our clothes came off, and we rolled onto the bed and made love.
Maybe because we’d both been interrupted the last time, and had waited days before we saw one another but our lovemaking turned hard and fast. Animalistic. There’s no softness, only pent-up need being sated. She moans beneath me, but she’s feisty, and a fighter, and she wants control. We roll around fighting for dominance and soon she's straddling me and riding me for her pleasure. I lie back, watching her and my heart springboards off a ledge when she stares down at me through thick lashes, her pupils dilated, her lower lip rolled between her teeth, as if the ecstasy is too much.
We see one another every evening after that. Sometimes she stays at my place, and other times I go to hers.
We hold hands and talk in bed every night after we've used one another, after we've feasted, and worshipped and had our fill for the night.
I'll never tire of her.
Never.
One night she’s in my bed and we talk about her family not liking me, and I tell her about Vivian still hounding me.
She falls silent, and now because she is moving away, we don't have things to say to one another. Maybe it doesn't matter that her family detests me, and that my ex-wife is still hanging around the edges of my life - because our worlds will never collide.
The threat of a long-distance relationship darkens the once blue sky of our hopeful future.
These things tend not to work out. We won't be in different countries, but we'll be in different states and it’s not the same as being in the same town. It won’t be like this, where we can meet easily; where we’re so close to one another we don’t even have to think about it.
I never thought our paths would cross again, let alone that we’d get another chance. I hate that life conspires against us and that this is all we have.
But, for now, we have tomorrow.
Chapter 38
MEGAN
Thanksgiving comes and goes in a heartbeat.
Lance spends it with his ex and daughter and I don’t ask about the details. I visit my mom and Erica and Jensen also come. My mom starts to talk about Mr. Turner, but thankfully Jensen stops her short. We’ve only got a few days together, he says, and we shouldn’t bicker. I love my younger brother and I wish my sister would have his sense of diplomacy.
I start looking for friends to visit over Christmas so that I don’t have to go home and live in fear of my mom asking more questions.
