Page 61 of Make Me Feel Again

“By being you. You’re perfect in every way possible, well . . .” I stop, causing Cash to turn his head to me, raising one brow. “Minus the moods, even though I think I would miss them if you stopped.” I laugh.

“I love you so much, Cash.”

“I will never get bored of hearing that.” He smiles.

“Good, because I won’t stop saying it. Every single day until our last breath.” I place a kiss on his lips, and it turns heated quickly, which happens nine out of ten times. I am craving him in every way possible, we haven’t been able to have sex since the operation, and I know this is partially why he’s moody. He said if I got in the shower with him, he could bend me over and fuck me from behind, but I wasn’t risking his stiches opening up. I need him fit and healthy as soon as possible.

“Rylee, Cash.” Bridge’s voice echoes through the house. I stop kissing Cash and giggle into his lips.

“For fuck’s sake,” he hisses. “Don’t let her come in here, I’m hard as steel right now.”

I laugh, jumping up off the bed and glancing down at his obvious hard-on protruding through the tracksuit bottoms he wears.

“Sucks to be you.” I tease as I walk backward out of the room.

“I’ll remember you said that,” he shouts as I disappear into the hallway, and I don’t doubt for a second he will remember that, I hope he does.

“Hey, Bridge.” I lean in to kiss her cheek.

“Is my brother still asleep?” As much as I would love to panic him by sending Bridget up there, I decide to not be such a meany.

“He is, I’m sure he will wake up soon. Can I get you a coffee before I leave?”

Bridge waves her hand around. “No, no, you get on, my dear. I can fix myself something.” I nod, walking past her.

I stop and turn. “Where’s Boh?”

She turns to me with a sad smile. “Just unloading the car.”

I nod and tell her I will see her later.

I leave, and Boh is just closing the trunk with a load of bags surrounding him. They offered to do the grocery shopping for us, which was helpful.

“Boh.” I approach him.

He nods. “Ry.”

“Can I have a word?” His eyes meet mine, softening.

“Yeah, of course,” he breathes out.

“I miss you,” I say, trying to hold my tears at bay. I promised myself I would sort my emotions out and stop letting them get the better of me.

He nods, his jaw clenching as he looks down. “I miss you too, Ry.”

“Then talk to me. I know this is all a lot and a shock, but you must see what me and Cash mean to each other.” He winces as he looks around.

“I do. I really fucking do.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I’m just struggling to come to terms with it all. To be honest.” He sighs. “I just need time. I know that’s not want you want to hear. I don’t know how to explain it. I just . . .” He pauses. “I need to get away, get a fresh start, I think, and clear my head.”

I frown. “What do you mean get away? I thought you were starting back up your teaching job?”

He nods and a smile graces his lips. “I am.” He stares at me. “In Michigan.”

“Wh-what?” There’s no way I can hold back the tears, but I try.

“You’re leaving us?” I barely manage to say around the lump in my throat.

“I’m struggling, Ry. Jace was my nephew, but he was my best friend. It hit me out of the blue recently that I’ll never see or speak to him again. I thought I could fill the hole he left behind, but I can’t and I’m struggling because of it. Maybe if I go to a new city where there is no connection to Jace, it might help.” He shrugs, pushing his hands into his pockets.

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