Part 29 (1/2)

”Because, if we were really put on this earth to be together, Izzy wouldn't have turned out to be my best friend of ten years, and you wouldn't be her dad. There would be nothing to tie us. No one should have to get hurt because two people love each other.”

Her eyes were glossy when she looked up at me again. She didn't blink; she just watched my eyes until a tear slid down her cheek. I swiped it away with my thumb. The question I wanted to ask hurt. It made my heart pound, but not in a good way. I didn't want to ask, but I also didn't want to be selfish. She deserved better. Ten times better than me.

”So what do we do from here, Chloe?”

Her mouth sealed tight as she placed her arms around me. Her lips pressed on the sliver of skin revealed above my chest. Next, my neck. She pushed against me until I stepped back, landing in the captain's seat again.

Straddling my lap, she grabbed the hem of her s.h.i.+rt and tossed it. Then she reached for mine, pulling it over my head. Her eyes drifted down my bare chest and arms. She studied the tattoos carefully, and then she brought those beautiful hazel eyes back up when found the black tribal wave below my left collarbone. She leaned forward and pressed her smooth lips on top of it. Something about that created an ache within me.

I felt empty.

Hollow.

Like I was slowly losing my grasp on her.

Sliding off my lap, she bent over and unb.u.t.toned my jeans. She slid them down to my ankles and did the same with my briefs. Her perfect mouth circled the head of my c.o.c.k, and she filled her mouth, gagging only slightly, causing a deep groan to fill the air.

”Chloe-wait, let me-”

”No, Theo,” she whispered, pressing her hand to my chest and forcing me back. ”No. Let's make this one count. Okay?”

She didn't give me time to answer. Her mouth wrapped around me again, her tongue gliding down my shaft in the same amount of time. I watched her, and my eyes p.r.i.c.ked with heat when I realized what was happening.

She didn't have to say it.

I already knew.

And the sad part?

I still wasn't ready.

And though I wasn't, I was still hard for her, her velvety tongue going round and round. I tensed and pulsed, on the verge of exploding, but she yanked way, slipping out of her skirt and panties with haste. Her body came above me, thighs outside my lap and the entrance of her p.u.s.s.y right above my c.o.c.k.

Her eyes, they filled with tears that didn't need explaining, and as she rigidly slid down the length of me, her sadness spilled from her hazel eyes and streamed down her face. Her emotion gutted me. Her tears were the death of me.

I held my knight close, feeling as her body rocked with me, our kisses coated with salty emotion. I hated shedding tears, but as she watched me while making the sweetest, purest love to me, I could no longer control my feelings.

I was powerless as her p.u.s.s.y drenched my c.o.c.k, and she cried my name, not only through pleasure but also with the pain that cut her deep. Skin slapped together, my hand gripping her a.s.s as she bounced mercilessly.

And then it came.

I came.

We came beneath bright, burning stars that admired us, twinkling with merriment. We came between voracious midnight waves and the silvery light of the moon. Her head fell back, and I sucked greedily on her skin, not ever wanting the taste of her off my lips. I dropped my head, yanking her top down and exposing taut nipples. My mouth stimulated, sucking each one leisurely, and then I brought my mouth back up to hers, forcing her head down and eliciting a thick and heavy whimper.

I crushed her lips, the pa.s.sion all-consuming, kissing her like my life was ending. I kissed that beautiful girl like I loved her. Because I did love her, and I would have done anything for her to be happy again.

But most of all, I kissed her like this, because I knew...

I knew this would be it.

This would be our last time.

We stilled, gasping for breath, but it seemed neither of us could supply it. We suffocated as if we were under the water that surrounded us, sinking deep in our dark ocean.

Once upon a time, our black sea was a miraculous place that we could share without worries. It was a place where we could be alone. We didn't have to think. We didn't have to fear. We just... were.

I held her tight as she jolted above me, and when those beautiful, watery, hazel eyes landed on mine, I whispered, ”I love you so f.u.c.king much, Chloe.”

And her smile faltered. I witnessed the love she had for me, saw how much it broke her in two. Her bottom lip trembled, the dam wanting to break again. And she quietly whispered the magical words I loved hearing. ”I love you, too, Theodore Black,” she said through a thick, wavering voice.

We stayed on the boat, floating in the middle of the ocean, for nearly three hours. I held her, and she held me. We didn't say much. There wasn't really anything more we could say. We'd had our fun. Although it didn't last as long as we'd planned, it happened, and that was all I'd wanted, after all. Another chance. Another shot at becoming someone better. I wanted to love her in all the right ways and with every single ounce of me. I didn't care if she'd squeezed me dry, soaking up all my affections. They were hers to take. I was hers... all hers. I. Belonged. To. Her. I would always belong to her.

Later that night, Chloe left me with one last kiss in my condo. No, she didn't cave and come running back to me, confessing her truths and forgetting about all that happened an hour later. She was really gone.

I know because I checked.

There were plenty of unanswered calls and text messages. Fed up, I drove to Primrose Way every day for a solid week and a half about three days after our boat ride and never saw her car parked in the driveway.

I saw no trace of her, and after only a month, I heard from one of my old neighbors that her house had been put up for sale. Her father moved to an apartment in Orange County with the caregiver at his side. Chloe's number had also changed. The number had been disconnected. That drawn out beep and then the ”We're sorry, but the number you have reached...” absolutely gutted me to hear.

I was ripped apart.

Deteriorating.

Dying little by little. Every. Single. f.u.c.king. Day.

I never accepted her leaving. I never accepted it because I wasn't ready to. I wanted us to have our happily ever after. I wanted Isabelle to accept the love I had for Chloe, but my daughter was stubborn and when she was angry, she was angry. She'd yet to fully accept my apologies. She brought the conversation up almost every time I called or saw her in person, but she was still my daughter, and she still needed me. She forgave me somewhat, but she hadn't forgiven Chloe in the slightest.

She was hard on her for no reason, and I told her that.

I told her over and over again that it wasn't her fault. I told her repeatedly that it was a mutual thing and that she had always been vulnerable to me. If anything, I should have been the one she never forgave, but Izzy saw it as nothing but her friend splitting them apart.

Not that it mattered anymore. It was the past. I stopped going to Primrose because I had all the evidence I needed. Chloe Knight, my beautiful, little knight, was gone, and I knew I would never see or hear from her again.

EPILOGUE.

Five Years Later Time is a tricky thing. It can be a mind game-a pa.s.sing clock of deception, but it can also carry the gift of acceptance. Over time, I grew and became someone I never thought possible, and though it was hard getting over my past-my failures-I made do. I kept my head held high, even though some nights I would cry until I no longer could.

I missed how it used to be and the people I used to hang with. I missed the smiles, the laughs, the hugs, kisses, and even the momentary conflictions I endured. I shouldn't have missed it. After so long, it all just seemed so unreal, so unlikely. I never thought I would end up in a situation like that, losing and walking away from almost everyone I loved. s.h.i.+t, just being back brought back all the feels-a deep-rooted feeling that tugged and pulled at my heartstrings, but got me nowhere at all.

It was July 18th. I would never forget that day. It was the day my dreams officially came true.

I had an interview at 12:30 PM the day before, and though my nerves were frazzled, my palms sweaty, I knew I had aced it. I went in prepared, with my head held high and my mind focused on only one thing-becoming a second grade teacher.

I got a call to come back in the next day. I figured they were going to reject me, but boy was I wrong.