Page 173 of When We Fall: Part Two
I closed my eyes, tears trailing down my cheeks. I’d never made a move on anything in my life. I always let others decide. Enzo no longer wanted to marry me. Ethan didn’t want me. Cole was barely hanging on. Fox. He was gone. My Foxy was gone. Forever.
And I’d lost Ani.
I closed the distance between us, letting go for once in my life, and pressed my lips to his.
He came to life beneath me and kissed me back. Within seconds, his lips were parted, and his tongue was wrestling with mine.
I didn’t even realize we’d moved to the couch and were tangled in one another’s arms until his hand was beneath my skirt, resting on my hip.
I couldn’t think straight.
Kissing him really did feel like magic.
Of course, I was so wasted that maybe I was hallucinating.
But it felt good for someone to give a damn about me. Enzo was already talking to another girl anyway. Satisfaction rolled through me as I kissed Sylar.
And god, could he kiss.
“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “You fucking goddess.”
I whimpered softly against his lips as he nipped at mine.
Shamelessly, I rubbed myself against him, making him groan against my lips, his kiss deepening until I didn’t know where he ended and I began.
“I-I have to stop. I.. I …”
“I say when,” he said between kisses. “That was the deal.”
“I-I can’t do this.”
“You’re already doing it.”
“Oh god,” I choked out as he continued to press his body against mine.
“Pay the devil, moonbeam. You promised.” He bit me again, making me cry out. He swallowed my cry like he was starved.
“Please. Please. I-I can’t. Sylar?—”
He slowed the kiss, both of us breathless as he stared into my eyes. He pulled away gently and cradled my face.
“What have I done?” I rasped, tears spilling from my eyes.
“You just had your wish granted,” he whispered. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
I cried softly, and he pulled me close as I sobbed into his neck, his arms wrapped firmly around me as we lay on his couch.
“It’s OK. I promise it is. Sometimes we have to hurt to move forward. It’s part of the process. Trust it, even if it seems insanely fucked up.” He kissed the top of my head. “Trust the process. I’ve made it this way for a reason. Someday, when we get to where we’re going, and if you’ve been keeping track, you’ll feel silly for ever questioning it.”
He raked his fingers through my hair gently. “Sleep, little moonbeam. The coming days are going to hurt, but I promise, they’re leading you somewhere great.”
I twisted my fingers in his black t-shirt as he hummed one of the songs I’d written with Anson softly.
A song we’d never shared with anyone.
But then again, I was drunk. Maybe it was all just a fever dream.
I really hoped so.
