Page 33 of Waiting to Love You

She smiles. “I think that’s probably a good idea.”

I lead her to the tiny table in the kitchen, placing our drinks on the table and pulling out one of the chairs for her. “Sorry it isn’t much, but I tried to make this a little special.”

The table is set to perfection with a small vase of wildflowers in the center that I picked while on my run earlier. I also scored two small votive candles from Mrs. Thomas that I placed on either side of the vase. It’s nothing fancy, but I wanted Bristol to know that I put some thought into tonight, wanting to make it special for both of us.

“More help from Mrs. Thomas.” She giggles as she sits down. “This is perfect.”

I press a gentle kiss to her cheek before turning to check the lasagna. I cut us both a piece and set a plate in front of Bristol.

“More wine?” I ask.

She nods, so I grab the open bottle of wine off the counter, topping off her glass before grabbing my plate and taking my seat.

“All right, if it’s gross, I do, in fact, have a frozen pizza I can make in a jiffy,” I tease.

Her tinkling laughter fills the kitchen. “I’m sure it’s delicious.”

She takes a small bite, and I wait impatiently. After a few seconds, she hums in delight. Relieved that she is enjoying her dinner, I dig in.

Bristol and I spend most of dinner catching up on what has been going on in our lives, laughing and talking about the time we spent apart. She tells me all about the shenanigans she has gone through with Leia, Selina, and Audrey over the last year, but you can tell she is unbelievably happy for her friends. In turn, I tell her about all the hijinks and pranks that Brady and I got into in the middle of the desert.

However, both of us are dancing around the inevitable conversation as we get up from the table and head back toward the couch. Neither one of us wants to go there, I can tell, but it’s an important conversation, and we have to have it if we want to see where our relationship is headed. I take a deep breath, deciding now is as good of a time as any.

“Are you ready to talk about us?” I ask, taking a seat close to her on the couch.

“There isn’t really anything for us to talk about. We spent an amazing night together over a year ago before you left to serve our country.”

I ball my hand into a tight fist on my leg. “I told you I was coming back for you, and I meant it.”

“I know, and you kept your word. I broke my own heart that day when I walked away from you, not knowing whether you’d make it back in one piece. I spent weeks worrying about you, begging for a sign from the universe that you were okay, but after a while, I had to stop waiting.” She swipes angrily at her cheek before turning her face away from me.

“I meant every word I said in the driveway that morning. If there is one thing you can be certain of, it’s that I’m a man of my word.” My voice scratches against my throat from all the emotions clogging it. “Please give me a chance to prove how much you mean to me.”

Bristol sighs softly as she turns toward me. Her eyes scan my face, looking for any sign that I might be lying, but she won’t find one. We stare at each other for a few moments as I lean forward and brush my lips against hers. My eyes remain locked with hers as I press my lips against hers a second time, trying to put all my feelings into that simple touch, to let her know that I never stopped thinking about her.

“Seth,” she replies breathlessly before gripping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a deep kiss.

I’m caught by surprise at first, but soon lean my body into hers. She drags her lips up the left side of my face and whispers in my ear. “Make me forget. I want to forget any of this ever happened. That we’ve spent more than a year apart, that this probably won’t work between us. Everything.”

I pull back and search her eyes, looking for any signs that her judgment is clouded. Finding none, I kiss down her neck as I place both my feet firmly on the ground and stand, knocking her bag to the floor.

“Leave it,” she mumbles around my lips before wrapping her legs around my waist, grinding her core against my cock.

Taking that as my sign to continue, I make my way down the hallway toward my room. I kick the door open and spin her around, slamming her back into it.

“Are you sure?” I ask one last time.

“I want you,” she moans.

My last thread of control unravels as I capture her lips with my own in a heated kiss, trapping her with my body. We moan in unison as my hand slides between our bodies. My fingers brush against her soft skin as I trail them up her thigh, grasping the bottom of her dress. We break apart long enough for me to drag it up and over her head before I toss it over my shoulder. My teeth scrape down her neck, nibbling and sucking my way across her collarbone before pulling one of her nipples into my mouth through her bra.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” I ask, slipping my hand into her panties. My fingers run along her slit before sinking two fingers into her.

“Please,” she begs, rocking her hips into my palm.

“Your pussy is hungry for me,” I growl into her ear, finding that magic spot and curling my fingers. “So beautiful.”

I pull my fingers from her and shove them into my mouth, licking them clean before gripping her ass tightly in both my hands and lifting her into the air. Bristol squeals in surprise, and she wraps her legs around my waist, grinding her pussy down on my cock.

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