MEGAN
Please?
I DIDN’T know why I had to beg, but I loved him. If I was being honest and set aside my hubris, I came because I was still hoping that we still had something to put back what we left, but my heart was scared that I let my hopes up for nothing. I couldn’t just handle another heartbreak.
Before I met him, I was commitment-phobic. I wasn’t looking for something more. I was just a woman who was looking for a short time of pleasure and wanted nothing but sex and nothing to do with a man after we blew off some steam.
When Forrest came into my life, something shifted in me. I was done fooling around. I wanted more. I wanted a committed relationship—an intimate connection, a deep, meaningful, and real relationship. And I found it in him.
“Please? What are you begging for?” He also looked in pain. I guessed we were both hurting with this whole situation.
My hand hung in the air, and my mouth gaped, but I couldn’t say a word.
“Do you still care for me, Megan?”
“Yes.”
“Do you miss what we had?”
“I do. Every damn day.”
“Do you think about me every bloody time?”
I wanted to walk closer to him, but my legs felt like they weighed tons. “Hell, yes.”
“Then why are you pushing me out of your life? You pushed me away once, and I was so damn stupid to walk out, but I thought to give you some time. You let me leave, and you didn’t even stop me.”
“You didn’t resist either. I waited for your call for the whole month, but I ended up disappointed and frustrated every damn time.”
“You let me leave, sounds familiar? How would I even call you when you technically threw me out of your life?”
We looked at each other. We realized that we were both doing the same for the whole month. We both let our egos ruined our relationship, that was why we were hurting.
I looked down. Admittedly, I was wrong. I realized that now.
“After I poured out my feelings and spilled the story of my whole life that nobody knew, and all I heard from you was, I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do this. I told you once, of what I am afraid of when the right time comes, and you will tell me that you can’t do this anymore. It happened, and I was hurt. Until now.”
“I know. I was just hurt.”
“And do you think I wasn’t?”
“I don’t know, Forrest. It’s just that, I had difficulty wrapping my head around everything, of who you really are.”
“You don’t know how hurt I was. I could barely bear the pain.”
I couldn’t find another word to say how sorry I was. All I could feel was regret and pain from deep down.
“Do you still care for me?”
I nodded and couldn’t look at him.
“Do you still want me?”
I nodded again. “Yes.”
The last thing I knew, Forrest was squeezing me into a tight embrace. I sagged in his arms and sighed in relief as I shook to cry.
I missed him so much that for the last month of my life I thought I was lost in the middle of the world that I couldn’t find my way back. I lost hope that happiness didn’t exist in my life anymore.
“Megan.” The throatiness in his voice as he called my name was a beckon to my heart. He kissed the top of my head. “I missed you like crazy, you know that? And I thought I was going insane every fucking day passed by without hearing anything from you.”
“Me, too.”
He inhaled sharply as if he was in pain. “Remember how I first met you?”
“How could I not? I flirted with you, and you didn’t flirt back. How could I forget when all the time, I thought I wasn’t your type.”
He chuckled. “I hated myself that I couldn’t punch all the men who hit on you.”
“I hated myself that I couldn’t get your attention.”
“You had me from the first night we met, Megan.”
I rubbed his arms. “I don’t know how this works, but we can do this, right?”
“Yes. We’re in this together. You’re not alone anymore, Megan. You have me now.”
I closed my eyes. This is real. He’s with me. I could feel his heartbeat against my skin. “Don’t go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Don’t leave me. Again.”
“Then start by touching me. I promise I’m not infected with the virus.”
“Even if you are, it’s too late for the precautions, don’t you think?”
“Then touch me like no one ever has.”
“Are you sure?” I stiffened. This was the first time that he initiated for me to do this, and I was still shocked to see the tattoo on his back. He never slept with me shirtless, and I thought he forgot that he wasn’t alone sleeping in bed.
I slowly wrapped my arms around him, placing my hands on his back.
“Yes. Do you wanna ask what does it mean?”
I pulled away and looked at him in his eyes. Forrest sat down on the bed and patted his lap. I straddled him instead. His hard-on nudged me just in the right spot. I bit my lip to savor the feelings with a soft moan as I slowly rocked on him.
“Are you going to kill me?” His face was still flushed, jaw locked, and his eyes were dark and heavy with desires. I could feel his raging cock that I missed—how we made love, fucked hard to oblivion, yet he still managed to make me feel special.
I ground into him, rewarding me with a groan. “I think the feeling is mutual. Tell me about your tattoo.”
“And you got another tattoo.”
I cupped his face and pressed my lips into his, and he kissed me, grazing his tongue on my lower lip. I darted my tongue out to meet his and rocked myself on his lap. My hands were already busy unbuttoning his pants, grabbing his thick cock, and letting it free from his boxers.
His hands were gripping my ass, then alternately kneading my breast and pinching my nipples through my bra. I was almost breathless, my inner walls clenched and began to throb. Languid honey of excitement rolled in my blood as I felt the warmth of his tongue sucking my skin.
“We’ll talk later. I have another idea about how to make you talk. And scream my name.”