Page 13 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

Chapter Five

Heather

I stand here right at the door, where I find myself constantly standing, looking at him.

God, he’s so beautiful.

I thought I knew every line of him.

Every expression of his face.

But looking at him now, I know I don’t or in the short time we’ve been apart, I forgot.

I forgot that his hair is so black it actually reflects sunlight coming through his office wall windows, his cerulean blue eyes pin me at the spot every time with the fire and need burning in them. His mouth so full you get the impression one bite out of them and the nectar would flow right into your mouth giving you life. Or the fact that his pectorals are clearly outlined and with every breath he takes they invite you to go to him, open up his shirt and start tracing them with your tongue, all the way down to his six pack and the outlined V he has right at his hips. The only thing I hadn’t forgot is how fucking lickable and beautiful his dick is.

God, I had to swallow the saliva that pours into my mouth just thinking of it pools in or I would choke.

The remaining surprise of my entrance in his eyes is quickly replaced by something else.

Something darker.

Something that makes my already weak knees, shake, barely holding me up.

With every step I took since entering this building, going down the crowded hall and getting closer to him, I knew in my bones something would happen.

Something would change.

I thought I will say what I have to say, go through with my decision. And then walk out and disappear out of his life. But standing in front of him now, looking at him, I know I can’t.

I can’t let him go.

I can’t lose him.

And maybe I’m weak, maybe I’m a bad person.

Maybe I’m just like my mother.

But I’ll take him anyway I can.

Because, I can’t live without him.

And with each step, my heart beat faster and harder. My hands shook more. My breath became more shallow.

And it’s come to the point I’m becoming lightheaded because I just simply can’t breathe.

“Heather,” my name and his mouth saying it quietly is the only movement either of us made in the last two minutes we’ve been staring at each other. But at the same time, the quiet way he said it, the warm tone he wrapped around it explodes in me like a thunder. And just like thunder it vibrates through my body, jolting me, bringing me back to life. And making me run to him.

I don’t have to run far.

I barely take a second step when his arms come around me, squeezing me tight, taking my breath away.

I don’t even have the chance to lift my head to get a closer look at his face, before his hand is in my hair, fisting it and tugging it lightly to angle my mouth the way he wants it.

And then he’s kissing me.

It’s not a gentle kiss, between lovers who hadn’t seen each other in a while, they missed each other and are happy to finally be together.

No, it’s nowhere near that.