Page 161 of After All This Time

He shifts his head away from my direct view.

“Oh, Noah. Now I know it was you who sent that box, it changes everything. Everything has changed.” I breathe out. “I was so consumed by grief back then. I couldn’t think straight for a while until I stopped talking to you. Junior year was when everything got better and I was able to focus on things again. I got back on track with my romance novel and discovered my love for freelance writing. I felt like myself again. I felt alive.”

Did someone just inject me with truth serum?

“In the back of my mind, I knew the universe would bring us back together again. It believes we belong together. And I agree. Don’t you?” I move his face back into view, but he’s not making eye contact with me.

Tears are cascading down his face. My heart feels like it’s made out of glass, shattering into a million tiny pieces, when I see him cry.

“Hey, Moonlight. I’m going to need you to look at me.”

He doesn’t budge, so I resort to something that I know that he won’t resist. I get off his lap, turning him with my hands, so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

Kneeling down on the floor in front of him, I interlock my hands and place them in front of my face. “I’m on my knees, begging for you to look at me.”

If there’s one thing I know about most men, they love it when a woman begs. I have to say women love it even more when men beg.

More than you could ever imagine.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

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“You know I can’t resist when a beautiful woman begs.”

Dani reaches out her hands, wiping away any wetness lingering on my face from my tears.

My lips taste salty and they’re wet.

Her eyes are firmly planted on mine.

Why the hell would I ever say her dad is probably happier because he doesn’t have to deal with his daughter anymore? What the hell was wrong with me back then?

“Has anybody ever told you you’re absolutely incredible?”

She licks her top lip with the tip of her tongue, grinning ear to ear. She doesn’t tell me to shut up or stop with the compliments.

I’m surprised by what comes out of that beautiful mouth of hers next.

“What else am I?”

Grabbing her by the hand, I drag her back on top of me.

She wraps her arms around my neck, straddling my waist.

“You’re entering dangerous territory,” I say.

“Tell me what else I am to you,” she demands through a whisper into my ear.

Irregular breathing patterns take over me as I bite down on the insides of my cheeks.

My hands squeeze her waist. A faint moan leaves her mouth, sending me over the edge.

I run circular motions on her shoulder with the pad of my thumb followed by my lips making contact with it. Then, my lips move to her neck, clavicle, and chest. Every fucking inch of exposed skin.

Her skin is my drug.

I can’t get enough of it.

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