Page 59 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

IRIS

“I can’t believeyou kept the place.” I walk into the apartment I used to call home.

“Yes, well…I was going to get around to selling it eventually, but you can’t beat the view.”

It’s true. The view of the lake from the expansive windows is stunning. Beautiful sunrises, endless blue.

I pull Trevor inside by the lapel of his coat, dragging his mouth to mine. I kiss him messily.

What are we here to do if notthis?

Trevor bought it. All cash offer. So, I didn’t mind leaving it behind in that sense. But it was my home. It wasn’t easy to know I wasn’t welcomed back to the life we’d built together in our little condo forty stories up.

Things don’t look the same, though. Of course, they don’t. I don’t live here anymore. It doesn’t look like Trevor does either. All the things I took have left gaps in the modern apartment. It’s not homey anymore. It’s sterile.

“Is it like you remember it?” Trevor asks.

I have to take a few measured breaths to keep my emotions at bay. “Yes. A little empty, but yes.”

I run my hand along the kitchen counter, walk through the living room and up to the windows.

Missed this view. Missed laying on the couch with Trevor late into the night, staring out at the lake and sky.

I miss when there was so much possibility.

Trevor comes up behind me at the window, wraps his arms around me. “I’m glad you’re here.”

I lean back into his chest. “Me too.”

We sway back and forth as if we are a rocking boat.

I don’t want to get too comfortable, don’t want too many memories to start swirling around us and pull me into a delusion.

Tomorrow, I go back to Seattle. Tonight, I’m with Trevor.

I can enjoy tonight without sacrificing tomorrow. I’ll probably break my heart doing it, but I’ve survived broken hearts before, haven’t I?

Of course, an argument could be made that I haven’t really been surviving the past six months. I’ve just been…getting by. Working a lot to forget all the pain.

Can I do that again? For much longer?

I tilt my head back, looking up into Trevor’s face. He looks right back, his lips soft and attention all on me.

“Kiss me.”

His lips perk. He kisses me. Soft.

I want more than a soft kiss. “Another.”

Another. Soft.

“Another.”

“You are greedy.”

“I haven’t had your kisses in six months. I have every right to be greedy.”

Trevor smiles and kisses me again, deeper this time. Harder.

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