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His words make me think that maybe his step dad was in fact saying nasty things about me already behind my back, but I'm afraid to ask. I don't think I could handle knowing." The sympathy is still there, but anger starts to rise smothering it in its hot flames. "So you decided it would be better for me to become a target of the mean kids at school? Not only did you let it happen, it happened because of you."

Chapter 38

Sebastian

She’sslicingmyheartto ribbons. “What are you talking about?”

“Sebastian.” She pauses to gather her thoughts, staring at the ceiling. “That first day... the day you walked into my life. High school was hard enough already. I had my weird little group of friends, sure. But I never fit in, but at least I was invisible.”

Her hand flies up to stop me from interjecting. “So when I saw you in the hall. My best friend. I never forgot about you. I never left you behind. Even when you left me.” She shakes her head. “I know it wasn’t your fault your family made you go to Crestwood. But when you didn’t answer my texts, or emails. Or calls. I thought I’d done something wrong.”

My hands are itching to reach up and cup her cheeks. Reassure her, let her know that it wasn’t her. It could never be her, but I know that’s not what she needs, so I let them hang by my sides, fingers flexing.

“I thought it was me, but I still forgave you. I thought maybe you were busy at your new school, hockey. God, I missed going to your hockey games so much. You’re the one who made me love hockey. And you’re also the one who made me despise it. But when I saw you, there was so much hope. Your face was like a ray of sun peeking through the clouds on a cloudy day focused only on me.”

Her sentence crumbles. She’s ringing her hands in front of her staring at the floor, and I know. I just know there are tears forming. I caused them and that cuts so deep.

“So when you looked at me like I was some pesky annoyance… At first you didn’t recognize me, and then you acted like I was just some girl who went to your old school. Not the person you’d spent your entire childhood with. Not your best friend. God, Sebastian. You have no idea how much that hurt.”

I step toward her. Not touching but hovering inches away.

I’d thought nothing in my life was harder or hurt more than that day, but turns out this is so much worse. Even five years later hearing about her pain has my knees threatening to give out underneath me. “When I..” my voice is shaky and hoarse, “when I saw you that day, everything seemed right again. You were my sun too, and it was a long five years without you in my life. I was about to scoop you up, spin you around and never let you go.” I’m avoiding her eyes, but that’s not right. She deserves eye contact. She deserves me to look in her eyes when I tell her how it went down. “Then one of those idiots made a comment about your clothes or hair or something stupid. Something I didn’t care about. You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen that day. But their immature high school comment brought me back to earth. I remembered why I’d avoided you in the first place. Why I wanted to keep you as far away from my fucked up life and my stepdad as possible, and instinct took over.”

Agony rips through me when she flinches at my touch, but I respect her need for space and take a tiny step back, dropping my hands in front of me. “I figured it would be best. They couldn’t hurt you if they thought I didn’t care, so I pretended I didn’t recognize you. I pretended my world wasn’t shaken on its axis when you appeared in front of me. I thought that would be the end of it. They were too self absorbed to take notice of anyone else. I thought they’d laugh and leave you alone. And that would be the end of it. I never thought you’d become a target for their insecurity and cruel words.”

She reclaims her power, stepping into me this time, and the tiniest flicker of hope sparks. “Well I guess that’s the problem Sebastian.” She spits out my name, and she’s as beautiful in her rage as she is in her happiness. “You didn’t think. You didn’t consider me or my feelings. You didn’t consider my choices. I would have forgiven you for leaving in eighth grade. I would have stayed by your side. I would have loved you so hard, and we would have protected each other. But you chose to be a coward, and you tried to protect me in a way that hurt me worse than anything else could have done.” Her small hands deliver a deceptively powerful shove, as she leans in.

Her hot breath brushes my face, and she gets right in my face. I can hardly believe it when her hands reach up to clasp my cheeks. She pulls me down to her and slams into me. It takes a minute for me to register what’s happening. She’s kissing me. After that grand speech, I never thought I’d feel her soft lips against mine. Soft is the wrong word. The kiss is dark and desperate.

Fingers dig into my cheeks. Teeth bite at my lips. My hands fall to her hips yanking them against me. I’ve never felt a need so powerful. She’s ripping at my shirt, fumbling with my zipper. I release her hips to reach down and help her out but she swats me away. Feisty. She wants the control. Fine I can give her that. I took it away five years ago, but I can give it back. I’m hers. I’ll do anything to keep her in my life this time. Keep her in my bed. At my side. Cheering for me at games. Hell, I’ll be the one cheering for her on stage, or playing songs she’s written on repeat. While I’m trying to spin her around to walk her back to the bed my zipper gives under her needy fingers, and I groan as she slides me out, closing her fingers around me. I want to show how sorry I am. I want to worship her and erase every hurt I’ve ever caused her over the years, but her urgent tugs have me on the verge of losing it. She lets me go, swinging her legs around my waist. Her nails rake across my shoulders as her hot center settles against my cock. She’s slick already, leaving a damp trail on me. She reaches down to guide me to her slit. I can’t fight this. She clearly wants to be the one in control.

The tip sinks in, and I’m about to thrust all the way home, when I check myself. “Condom,” I rasp.

“I’m on the pill, and clean. You?” Her eyes are like navy velvet when she tilts them up to meet mine. There’s so much passion in their depths, and also something else. Anger? Frustration?

“I’m clean.”

“Good.”

I take advantage of her legs curved around my hips, stumbling over to the bed to lay her down. I’m hovering over her, getting lost in her eyes. I need her to see the promise in mine. The promise that I’m never going to leave her again. The promise that she’s it for me and I’m never leaving her again.

Her dark hair is spread out to the side as she turns her head away, lifting her hips with a moan.

I’m not ready yet. Once I’m inside her I’m going to lose it and I want to savor the moment so I slide my hands up under her dress. She sits up to let me slide it over her head. I pinch and twist one nipple after the other until she’s squirming and bucking her hips, desperate and wanton, and fucking gorgeous.

“Bastian, please!” Her use of my old nickname has me practically purring, until she shoves at me.

I pull back right away, and she grabs at my shoulders impatiently. “I didn’t mean.” She makes a tiny impatient grunt. “I wanna be on top.” She shoves at me again, and I’m happy to comply. If she wanted me to stop I would have been on the other side of the room by now no matter how much it hurt. This sounds much better, though.

Her eyes pop open when my hands grip her hips, rolling over and taking her with me. Her legs settle around my thighs, and she’s hovering over me, inches away from heaven.

Her head tilts back, showing me the long line of her creamy throat. She drops down grinding along my dick. Slowly at first then picking up speed to rhythm that works for her. This is all about her.

I lean up to capture her breast, licking and sucking until she’s panting.

Her hand slides between her legs to circle her own clit and man that’s hot. As much as I like watching, I want to be the one to bring her to climax, so I place my hand over hers, matching her rhythm until she moves her fingers away. Her hand falls back gripping my thighs and she twists backward, writhing over top of me.

“I’m so close, but I need...”

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