Page 138 of The Future Play

“I love you,” he rasps, the same emotion flowing out of him.

We haven’t done the best job at communicating, but we can communicate like this. We can bask in our love and let it heal us.

His hot mouth slants over mine, and he wraps his hand around the side of my neck and he pushes inside me.

I cry out at the mix of pleasure and the achy pain still deep in my heart.

“I love you. I need you. You’re everything.”

Tears fall down my cheeks as I hold him close, bodies flushas we move together.

“I love you. I love you. Please don’t let me go. Don’t let me go,” I cry.

“Never.” He thrusts in harder. “You’re mine. Forever.”

Our emotions overtake us as we move together, our love working to fill some of the cracks in my aching heart.

I don’t know where we go from here, but giving in to the intense, beautiful love between us can’t be a bad place to start.

21

DESPERATE, PATHETIC GIRL

Amanda

“I’m going to miss you.”Jamie’s voice breaks as he stares down at me, my face cradled in his hands.

The last ten days went by too fast. After our fight, we’ve been closer and gentler with each other, but we didn’t really get into the root of our problems. I don’t regret how we handled things that night. We needed to reconnect both physically and emotionally. But now I’m leaving with things still off balance, and I’m worried all we did is slap a bandage over a gaping wound.

I keep telling myself it’ll only be six to eight weeks until his season is over and we can be together again—hopefully fully heal things. I can survive eight weeks. I survived the last eight weeks. Somehow.

“I know,” I whisper, looking into his shimmering blue eyes. “I’ll miss you too. But we’ll do what we always do. Talk every night. Text all day. Phone sex. And I’ll be back down as soon as I can.”

He nods and pulls me tight to him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Tears line my eyes, and I hold him tighter. Saying goodbye isalways the worst, especially when we won’t see each other for a while.

“Okay.” He steps back, wrapping his hands around mine. “Drive safe. Text me when you get there.”

“I will. I know we’ll talk plenty before then, but I still want to say it in person… good luck on Thursday.”

“Thank you.”

We stare at each other for a moment more, then he sweeps me into his arms, dipping me back in an all-consuming kiss. I want to sob at the passion and tenderness of it—the aching desire that makes me feel wanted and deeply loved. I want to hold on tight and never let go.

When we slowly unfurl, he wipes some tears off my cheeks and kisses my forehead.

I need to go, but I don’t want to. Five hours alone in the car sounds horrible.

Jamie takes my hand and leads me around the car, then opens my door for me. “I don’t want you driving when it’s dark. You should get on the road.” He clears his throat, trying to hide the emotion in his voice.

I nod and turn to get in, but he grabs me and presses me against the car door for one last fiery kiss. My skin prickles with want, and part of me wants to say screw it and leave tomorrow. But I need a couple of days to settle in before school starts. This is my last year. This time next year we won’t be saying goodbye, and when the season ends next year, we’ll be living together full time, no road trips to tear us apart. It’ll just be us.

I can’t wait.

This time when he lets me go, he helps me into the driver’s seat, then leans down and kisses my cheek.

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