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Chapter Fifteen
Brett
Never in my life have I made love to someone. It was something I honestly didn’t even know existed, not until I met her. Sex was always just sex. It felt good and held no emotion. I didn’t intend to make love to her when this day started, but fuck, I felt so many things it was impossible to push them down. So for the first time in my life, I gave a piece of myself to someone. I gave it to Eva.
It’s terrifying because the thought of losing her now will literally destroy me. I just couldn’t fight it any longer. She made it impossible.
So here we are laying in bed, holding each other while she traces my tattoos. And it feels good, no it feels right. Like this is where I belong. Where she belongs.
“What does this mean?” she asks, tracing the words on my chest.
“Mi Vida Loca? It means my crazy life,” I tell her. It was fitting, still is. There is no better way to describe my life.
“Do all of them have meaning?”
Kissing her forehead, I start to point some out. Pointing to the black roses I say, “This one was my first tattoo. I got it after my grandparents died.” Pointing to the cross on my chest I say, “This one I got when my buddy died.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Don’t be. It’s how I remember them. Not all of them are for people I lost. A lot are, like this poker chip, these praying hands and these dark clouds. But the engine, the bright sun and the cards are all good memories. Working as a mechanic, feeling freedom and dealing with the hand you’re dealt,” I say, explaining.
She presses a kiss to chest and peeks up at me. “They’re all amazing.”
“Thanks,” I say, grinning.
She rests her head on my chest as I softly run my fingers up and down her arm. We stay quiet for a while. I’m not sure about her, but my head’s all over the place. Just as I’m about to ask her if she’s getting tired, I look down and see she’s sound asleep. I wrap my arms around her, resting my chin on top of her head. Closing my eyes, I hold her close. Just add it to the list of things I’ve never done until Eva.
Waking up in the morning with a naked Eva has some huge advantages. After waking her up by eating her inviting pussy, I fucked her and had her screaming my name. Not a bad way to start the day.
I wanted to shower with her, but she had to handle something that happened at her shop. I figure it’s just something to look forward to when we get home. After I showered, I got dressed and started packing. Making sure I had everything together for my tux when I return it, Eva got in the shower.
Glancing at the clock, I realize she’s been in there for over an hour. Knocking on the door I ask if she’s alright.
“Yeah, I’ll be right out,” she says.
Shrugging I grab my phone and wallet. I don’t know how long it takes a chick to get ready, but I’m guessing over an hour. A few minutes later she comes walking out of the bathroom, but she doesn’t look happy. Her eyes are puffy and red, her full lips are turned down and she won’t make eye contact with me.
“Hey,” I softly say. She lifts her sad eyes to me and I cup her cheek. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she says, trying to force a smile.
“Doesn’t look like nothing. You’ve obviously been crying. Is it because of last night?” I ask, searching her eyes.
“No, God no. Last night was amazing. I’m fine really. It’s my damn allergies making my eyes so puffy. Makes me look horrible,” she says, with a small laugh.
Fuck. I don’t know if I believe her or not. I want to, I want nothing more than to believe she wasn’t in there regretting everything. That she suffers from allergies so bad that it makes her look like she’s been crying. So, I choose to believe it. I push down the fear she’s going to run and choose to believe it’s allergies.
“You don’t look horrible, you look beautiful,” I say, kissing her full lips. “You ready to head home?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
The drive home is pretty quiet, but I just chalk it up to her being tired from her allergies. To calm my ridiculous thoughts I reach over and link my fingers with hers. Glancing over she smiles at me and I give her a wink. It’s unbelievable that just having her hand in mine can make me feel this much calmer. I don’t even recognize myself.
It’s only an hour drive and as we get close to home, I squeeze her hand. “You want to come back to my place. Maybe we can order in some food or something?”
“Oh, not tonight. I need to do a few things at home. Rain check?”
“Okay that’s cool. I’ll drop you off first than before I return my tux,” I say, turning down her street. Pulling in front of her place, I throw the truck into park. “I’ll help you inside.”
