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“Babe, by the amount of texts and phone calls he’s left you, I think his choice is pretty clear.” I look at her blankly. “It sounds like he’s choosingyou.”
“What if he isn't, though? What if he just got drunk and was rambling nonsense?” She grabs my arms and looks at me with that calming smile of hers.
“What does your gut tell you?”
Shit.
“That I want to go see if he’s okay.”
Her smile broadens. “You book a flight for the morning, I’ll help you pack. Then I’ll stay til you fall asleep so you can get some rest before you leave.”
“I love you, Le.”
“I love you too.”
CHAPTER 67
FITZ
I wake up to the sound of my alarm echoing in my head so loudly; I know I had to have finish the bottle of scotch I opened last night. I told myself I would do this right, that I would finally leave her alone, get things squared away here, then go back to Nashville to talk to her in person, but when I got home last night and I saw her key sitting on the counter, I lost the last sliver of composure I’d barely been hanging onto. I know that I called her last night, but I can’t remember if she answered or not. I’m just glad I don’t have any texts this morning telling me to leave her alone.
I look at the clock and see that I have about thirty minutes before I need to be at the office when I hear a knock at my door.
Please tell me I ordered coffee in my sleep and didn't remember.
I swing the door open and my knees almost give out on me when I see my girl, standing right in front of me with a suitcase in hand and a nervous look on her face.
“Lauren, what are you doing here?” I see the pain so clearly in her features and I wish more than anything I could just take it away.
“Um… I just… I got your message last night and it kind of worried me. You didn’t sound like yourself and you just kept saying you needed to see me. I wasn’t sure if—um, I can just go. This was a mistake. I’m so sorry.” She turns to walk away but I grab her arm, making her stop.
“You came?” My voice cracks and a small, sad smile pulls at the corner of her lips as she shrugs.
“You called.”
My hands grip either side of her face and my lips come crashing down on hers with a need I’ve never felt before in my life. When her arms wrap around my waist I feel like, even if just for a moment, everything is okay.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she whispers against my lips, but I shake my head in disagreement.
“You’re exactly where you need to be.” I pick her up by her thighs, kicking the door shut behind us, leaving her suitcase outside as I carry her to my bedroom and lay her down on my bed.
“Vince, I really didn’t come here for this.” I stop and look at her in confusion.
“Then why did you come?” My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest as I see her pulling back. The walls she used to put up with me, slowly getting higher.
“I just…wanted to check on you.”
“And that’s it?” Her tear filled eyes meet mine when I snap the words out.
“I don’t know,” she whispers, confusion washing over her face. I take a chance and start to undress her, knowing she’ll tell me to stop if this really isn’t what she wants. But fuck it, I miss her and I need to show her just how much.
I slide her shorts down her legs, pulling her panties off with them, then reach for the hem of her sweatshirt, and when her arms raise, the hope deep within my chest skyrockets. I pull thesweatshirt off and just the sight of her naked body in my bed has me hard. I grab her chin and tilt her head back, bending down to kiss her. The tiniest moan escapes from her throat and I caress her breast, feeling her tight nipple between my fingers.
Releasing her chin, I drop my sweatpants and fist my cock, watching her tongue wet her lips as if on instinct. I lay her down, sliding my fingers between her legs to see if she’s wet enough for me, pleased to find that she is. I climb over her on the bed, taking my time to appreciate seeing her hair fanned out over my sheets again. I slide between her legs, looking straight into those baby blue eyes I’m so obsessed with, when she spreads her legs further to let me in. I pump into her slowly, my body entering a euphoric state as I sink into her over and over again. Her eyes water and her hands slowly caress my biceps as her legs wrap around me.
“I missed you so fucking much, baby.” I lean down and kiss her, seeing one single tear fall from the corner of her eye when I look back down at her.
“I missed you too,” she whispers. Her words light a fire inside me.
