Page 19 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

I’ve missed her damn voice.

The music and people around us can never override how her voice just seeps through my body and ignites waves of heat that can only be tamed by her. She sets me on fire every time, and God…

I’d burn for this woman.

“Mkaykay,” my voice is hoarse, and I can barely open my eyes. It’s like I’ve been sucked into oblivion and left to get out of my own paradise of bliss, only I haven’t even touched this woman yet.

I’m doomed to fail.

I can’t resist this woman.

She isn’t weirded out by my response. In fact, she gives me a radiant smile that makes me want to give her the world.

“Not gonna give up on that nickname?” she ponders while her eyes darken slightly as she takes me in. She loves what she sees.

She’s missed me as much as I’ve missed her.

“Never,” I vow and mean it.

She’ll always be my Mkaykay.

We stare at one another for the longest time, the world around us but a blur of sound and chaos.

My opportunity is finally here.

My dream was to face the woman I loved… and lost.

This could be a drunken illusion for all I know. Too much scotch in my system to imagine my girl right before me with those taunting plump lips in that striking red shade. Even if it’s all a dream, this is my final chance.

I can’t fuck it up.

“Can I kiss you, Mkaykay?” The bold words leave my lips before I can stop them. I doubt she even heard me because I can barely hear my own request.

I’m taking a risk.

Being the risk taker for the one person I’d do anything for.

No matter what happens, I can be proud of myself for trying and for not running away because I’m scared shitless of losing what I love.

Running earned me five long years of constant regret.

I’m done running.

“Yes.”

I blink as the single word registers in my brain.

She’s said… yes.

Nothing can stop the impulsive push to press my hands against those flush red cheeks of hers and sweep right in until my lips claim hers.

God.

These lips.

Her kissable, delicate lips are now mine to claim, and I can’t tame my desperation to keep them. I kiss her with everything I have, with every ounce of passion I’ve been piling inside me for years just for her.

No one could ever compare to her, which was why I gave up trying.

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