Page 123 of Kismet

Suddenly, all the late nights, melancholy days, and moments wondering why make sense. They’re all worth it. Every heartache, every compromise, every sacrifice, doesn’t even register anymore. Because the moment his shimmering gaze locked with mine, my soul knew. It fell in love with him before my mind and heart had a chance to catch up.

The magnetic connection was felt with each smoldering look, brush of a hand, even a simple smile. I never understood the painful yearning, the ache in my chest, until being near him again felt like a lungful of oxygen after being held underwater for too long. It was simply resuscitation after drowning.

The love between me and him was never hard. Never forced. No… our love was easy. The obstacles we had to endure to find each other were the hard parts. But loving him… there’s never been anything easier. Never been anything that felt more natural.

Meant to be… destiny… fate. Call it what you want—he is mine and I am his until the end of time. And then for lifetimes after that. Souls don’t meet by chance, and his soul speaks to mine in a language only they know.

Our love was kismet.”

On the sixth read through of that one single page, my vision blurs as fat tears pour down my face. Closing the laptop, I push myself out of the chair before making my way toward our bedroom—because yeah…wehave a bedroom together now. The fact still feels like a dream. When I was married to Aida, our love never felt like this. It was never electric or breathtaking. It was never needy touches in the middle of the day because we might die if we don’t get our hands on each other. It was never stolen kisses and nights spent under the stars talking about life.

The last half of our marriage was a joke. We barely even spoke to each other. Could barely stand the sight of one another. Didn’t sleep in the same bed. But for many years with her before that, it wasn’t terrible. But it was neverthis. I didn’t even know it could be like this until him.

And now everything makes sense. Why Aida and I never worked, and why we never could. Why the thought of dating when I first came to Lubbock was physically repulsive. Why my heart felt lost for years. Maybe Cash is onto something. Maybe our love really is kismet.

He’s still sleeping by the time I strip down and climb into bed. He’s in the middle, lying on his side, facing away from me. Coming up behind him, big spooning him, I press my lips against his heated skin. Kiss after gentle kiss. My hand rubs up and down his side as I mark my territory with my lips. He stirs but doesn’t wake. My lips pull into a grin when I realize he’s sleeping naked.

My hand dips around the front of him, wrapping around his erection and squeezingjustright. He’s silky and solid in my palm, the weight of him making my mouth water and my cock stir. With the lightest of touches, I stroke him from base to tip, swiping my thumb over his slit and smearing the pre-cum around. His hips subconsciously rock into my grip as he stirs some more.

A soft sigh leaves his mouth before he turns his face into the pillow, rubbing around. Once he’s more awake, he rolls onto his back, sleepy eyes peering up at me with an even sleepier smile on his face.

“G’morning,” he rasps.

“Good morning, Bambi. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He ruts up into my hand again, a sexy moan sounding from him. “Did you finish the book?”

“I did…” My hand dips down to roll his balls in my palm, eliciting another groan.

Turning again, this time completely facing me, he reaches down and takes me in his hand, stroking me. My toes curl at the sensation of his rough yet soft hands. “And?”

“It was a masterpiece, Cash. It was so beautifully written. You could feel your pain and your love bleeding through every single page. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Apparently, crying has become second nature for us, because his eyes are already full, threatening to spill over. He kisses me with so much passion, so much love, that if I wasn’t lying down already, my legs would give out. His tongue slips inside, flicking the roof of my mouth before tangling with mine. His tears finally win the war, trickling out of his closed eyes.

We break the kiss, but our lips remain brushing. Our heavy breathing mingles, becoming one, our eyes locked on each other and refusing to look away. Our hands stroking each other faster, faster, until we’re both writhing and panting into each other’s mouths. Both of our eyes are now wet, but we ignore it. We give ourselves fully over to the pleasure we’re able to give each other. Getting lost in the moment.

His tongue darts out, licking my lips before pressing down for another tumultuous kiss right as he cries out into my mouth, coming all over my hand. Not even three seconds later, I’m following. My pulse hammers in my ears as I groan into his mouth, exploding in hot ropes between us.

We pull apart only long enough for me to grab a few tissues on the bedside table behind me to clean us both up before we’re tangled in each other’s limbs once more. We spend most of the day in bed, like we are right now. In our own bubble of love and lust. We eventually fall asleep, but not before he looks up at me with his big, dark doe eyes, and says, “I’m a better man because of your love. The route we had to take to find each other… to fully find each other, may have been rocky, heartbreaking, and disastrous, but I’d do it all over again if it meant I get to end up right here with you. Your heart, your soul, your love, it’s my final destination.”

Later that day, after we’d rolled around between the sheets a few more times, exhausted from orgasms, I ask him what he’s going to call his book.

He looks up at me with a sleepy smile. “Kismet.”

Part Four

“I lost my way all the way to you, and in you, I found all the way back to me.”

-Atticus

Theme Song”

Dreamerby Dermot Kennedy

Epilogue

Cash DeMarco

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