Page 15 of Remember When We
Then one day it happened.
I did my usual trip to Chicago for the summer and she got into this exchange program where she got to spend the fall semester in England.
I didn’t see her for close to six months and when I did it was like she’d grown up in that time; completely.
She’d just turned fifteen and I was an asshole for even looking at her.
Back then she drove me wild and insane with her beauty, and that damn inner personality that caught me. It caught me and got me good, because that day when I realized I couldn’t resist her anymore was it. It was like something snapped and all I could do is give into my need for her.
Now we were here. Me with only ten minutes to get to her if I wanted to defy her father.
I was a man of almost thirty years old. No one should tell me what the hell to do.
But Paul …
Fucking hell, I had nine minutes left. I could just imagine her at the old house looking on counting the minutes. Her heart breaking with every second that passed.
Her heart breaking …
I brought my hand to my head. I was a real hard ass, but the one thing I could never do is break her heart. I couldn’t allow her to believe that I didn’t love her. I’d never said the words, but she knew how I felt. She knew I loved her, and I couldn’t stand here and make some choice based on Paul’s demands.
Fuck it.
Fuck him.
Fuck him and all of his threats. I didn’t fucking care about the consequences.
She was mine. Lyssa was mine and I wouldn’t allow him to take her from me.
I jumped on my bike and like a demon out of hell tore down the road.
The old house was one of those preserved buildings by the lake. Abandoned for years it was the perfect place to hide out in.
It was the place where we first kissed.
I rode hard over the greenery and into the woods, jumping over vines as I rode through the short cut that was mainly used for walking. It was obviously not made for riding a Harley like I had a fucking death wish.
I could see the light from the house. She’d be in the little bedroom that overlooked the lake.
I’d lost track of time, but I knew I probably had a minute left maybe two.
Fuck, the light just went out. She was leaving.
I pulled up outside the house and jumped off the bike, running across the lawn and up the steps leading to the door.
I charged up the stairs and found her just as she was coming out of the bedroom. She stood there lit by the moonlight looking like the angel she was. Raven hair running down her slender arms in long graceful waves that called me to touch her, soft cream skin looking even softer under the kiss of the moon, her body perfect in that little dress.
The shimmer of tears stained her cheeks. She sucked in a little breath when she saw me and gazed on in disbelief.
“Baby doll,” that was what I called her. To me that was what she looked like, just like one of those porcelain dolls Ma used to collect and keep in a glass cabinet. The words fell from my lips as I stared at her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I said keeping my gaze trained on her. I hoped she could see how sorry I was for making her think I wasn’t coming.
“You came.” She spoke barely above a whisper.
I nodded.
I came and that meant I was taking some kind of stand, although I didn’t have a plan. It spoke loud and clear that I wasn’t going to allow Paul to tell me what to do and now she knew that.
I moved up to her and reached for her, lowering to claim her delicious lips. Those lips that blew my fucking mind every time I kissed her.
