Page 138 of The Lost and the Found

We moved together, our mouths open in small, silent gasps. There wasn’t a need for any words. Not when we always communicated with our bodies better.

It was in those hundreds and hundreds of fleeting glances when we first met, that hesitant first touch from her, and I knew I was gone. It was in the reserved curve of her smile, as if she was unsure if this was how she was supposed to act, the way her small fist wrapped around my fingers, as if to seek comfort from that minor, inconsequential action that made me feel like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, a weight I would gladly carry for her.

It was every time I moved inside of her, knowing I couldn’t recreate this feeling with anyone else.

How ironic.

I made a career of talking to people, of using my silver tongue that many accused me of having, but with her, I was rendered speechless.

When I felt she was close, I leaned down and captured her lips in mine, capturing any noise she might make.

Her hands moved down to my back, moving over every scar she had committed to memory, as if I was beautiful to her.

And then she convulsed under me. I felt her tighten around me before she came, and unable to hold off any longer, I flew over the edge with her, our screams in pleasure were nothing more than an echo in the silence between us.

Please forgive me for keeping everything from you.

Forgive me for my part in your mother taking you and leaving.

Forgive me for not finding you sooner.

I screamed the thoughts in my head, unable to voice them out loud. Truth to be told, Hayden scared me.

She scared me more than anything and everything else in this world, because I had given her that power over me. She scared me, and I loved her, and that was all there was to it.

Please.

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