Page 67 of The Choices I've Made
Life had moved on.
I knew this better than anyone. But, the moment she turned from me, reaching a hand out for the Jersey boy she’d been fooling around with before I got here, nothing else mattered.
Not the practice or the job I’d left behind.
Not the twelve years that we had been apart.
Just her and me and the ache we felt for each other.
I reached out for her, taking the outstretched hand.
“Come home with me,” I said in one breath.
“What?” she said, forgetting about the surfer and his unfinished dance.
Her eyes met with mine, and everyone else drifted away.
It’d been like that for as long as I could remember.
“One night. You and me. For old times’ sake.”
It was a crazy idea, one I’d just come up with in that single moment of need. But I wasn’t going to take it back.
I knew she felt the same.
I knew she needed me as much as I needed her, and I couldn’t keep denying myself the one thing that could make me whole again.
Even if it was only for a single night.
“I’ve been drinking,” she protested as she tried to push away from me.
“You and I know you’re probably the most sober person here besides me,” I said, glancing over at the one beer on the table behind her. No doubt, it had been sitting there for hours. “And, before you argue and say something like,I don’t know you anymore, let me just remind you how much you do.”
She opened her mouth to do just that, but I pulled her toward me once again, closing my mouth over hers. She froze in shock for a single second before she let go, giving in to the mutual need we felt.
I tasted fear and sadness in her kiss.
Lust and need.
Passion and possibilities.
She leaned into me, surrendering, as I gave her everything, not giving a damn about the crowd of people around us, staring.
I’d stake my claim for her, if only for a night.
My tongue slid against hers, and it was a damn miracle I didn’t lose it right then and there. Because this was what I’d been waiting for.
Her lips, hot and wet, on top of mine. The urgency for more.
“Anyone take bets on these two?” someone shouted. “Because we could have made a fortune on how long it would take. God knows I need the cash.”
It was like a bucket of cold water down the back. I felt Molly stiffen, her senses returning, as she pulled back, retreating from me.
And my touch.
I looked around, ready to pounce on the poor townie who had ruined this for me. But I faltered.
Circled around us were people I recognized.
