Page 77 of Never Say Never

“I’m not sure.”Fuck, do I sound needy.

Climbing into my lap, she straddles my waist and then takes my face in her hands. “If you think it’s not killing me to leave you, you’re wrong. This isn’t easy for me either, but I know I need to do this. I finally have you and I will not lose you again. I’m going to be coming home to you in three months, I promise you.”

Daisy kisses me again and that, along with her reassuring words, feels like enough. I haul her mouth to mine, sliding my tongue against hers, showing her how badly I’m going to miss her. I replay the time we’ve spent together in my mind, every moment that has brought us to where we are today. If you had told me a year ago that I would be in a relationship with Daisy, having the best sex of my life, desperately wishing I could spend every minute of every day with her, I would have said that you were insane.

But I’ve never been happier, and I have to admit, I like being hers. Now I just need to figure out how to survive the next 90 days.

“Daisy,” I breathe against her lips, “I need you.”

We crawl into her bed, slipping between the sheets. We don’t say a word as I lower myself over her and kiss her with urgency. I miss her so much already. I know it’s just for a few months, but I already feel like I can’t live without her. Tomorrow, I’m going to have to learn how to, but for now, Daisy is here, and the need to be inside her is so strong that I start stripping her out of her clothes.

There is so much I want to say to her, important words on the tip of my tongue, but they are words I’ve never said before, and I’m scared. But I do know how to make her feel good, so that’s what I do, and I show her with my body how much she means to me.

Daisy rides me, picking up speed as she glides up and down my shaft. Her bottom lip trapped under her teeth, her back arched in bliss, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She begins to tremble, but she’s not there yet, so I give her what she needs until she’s crying out my name and her body shudders in total ecstasy. When she relaxes and there’s nothing left of her climax, I pull her mouth into mine in a demanding kiss, thrusting my hips deep inside her. I come hard, filling her up, wishing we could stay exactly like this.

“You are so beautiful when you are desperate for me. I am going to miss making you come, Daisy.”

“I’m going to miss it too… but most of all, I’m going to missyou.”

I brush my thumb over her cheek and notice the way her skin erupts in goosebumps. Her gaze drops down to where our bodies are still joined, and I can see the tangle of emotions threatening to undo her. “I bet the three months fly by like lightning,” I tell her.

Her eyes are wet when she looks up at me. “I hope so.”

My chest tightens.

Daisy is leaving tomorrow, and this feels a lot like a goodbye. I gather her in my arms, holding her body to mine, and I don’t let go until the morning.

I loadDaisy’s suitcase in the back of my truck as she hugs her parents’ goodbye. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this anxious about saying goodbye to someone; the pain in my chest is so strong, it feels like it’s hard to breathe.

I made her breakfast this morning–pancakes, strawberries and whipped cream–and we ate in bed. Afterwards, we showered together and then took a walk along Haven Harbor before returning to her place so that she could pack the last of her things.

This is it. The day I’ve been dreading is finally here. When she’s finished with her goodbyes, Daisy hops into my truck and her dad closes her door behind her.

At the airport, I park the truck and carry her bags inside for her, accompanying her as far as security will let me.

“You could just come with me, you know,” she teases, but I can see in her eyes that she means it.

“I wish, Dais. More than anything.”

We talked about this, about me coming to visit her for a few weeks, but my schedule is jam packed. School is in session and even though spring break falls in the middle of her trip, I’ll be coaching camps. It’s one of the busiest times of the year for me, otherwise I’d be getting on that plane with her today.

“You need to go, Dais.”

“I know,” she says with her arms still tightly wrapped around my waist. When she lifts her face, I see tears pooling in her eyes.

“Don’t cry, baby. You know I can’t handle seeing you cry,” I say, wiping her cheek with my thumb.

“Okay,” she says, taking a deep breath. “I’ll call you when I land.”

“You better.”

I kiss her one last time and when I watch her walk away, my heart sinks. I knew this was going to be hard, but I didn’t know it would feelthisterrible. Before she gets to security, I sprint past the line, needing to scoop her up into my arms one last time.

“Daisy!” I holler.

I’m jogging across the airport to get to her when she turns around. “Tucker,” she says, laughing. “Are you trying to make me miss my flight?”

I stand in front of her, out of breath, and take her face in my hands.

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