I watch the drapes blow in the breeze slipping in through the cracked open French doors. Rolling onto my side, I grab the other pillow, cuddling it to me. I know it won’t satisfy, though I’m hoping it does, like it can somehow fill the void that Dex has left. I wish we could go back to those times where it was just the two of us, happy. I wish I could take away his pain and heal him. Thinking about the last four years and the roller coaster of our relationship, I smile. Ridiculous I know, but Dex makes me smile… still.

Maybe I can heal him, slowly. Maybe I’m what he needs. Pushing down my doubts, I pick up my phone wanting to get past all the hurt and I text him: You make me so mad sometimes.

A minute later, my phone pings with a message from Dex: When you’re mad, you have this fire that burns on the inside and sparkles in your eyes.

Awwww. That’s so sexy of him to say. I don’t let him win though. I need to get this out. My fingers begin flying over the letters as I type: When you push me away, it hurts my feelings.

I stare at the phone for a minute before the next message pops up: I envy your ability to stay strong when everyone else is weak.

Me: Your long hair used to annoy me.

Dex: Good thing I cut it off then. You can do better than that, Lovely Rochelle.

Me: You use sunglasses on stage like a shield to protect your heart.

Dex: I never wear them around you.

Me: Your arrogance is not as charming as you think.

Dex: So you admit it is charming though…

Me: I admit nothing.

Dex: You’re stubbornness is sexy.

Me: You’re always horny.

Dex: Only for you.

Me: I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused you.

Dex: Rochelle, you only bring me happiness.

Me: I’m sorry for dropping you off at rehab like I did.

Dex: It was worth it in the end. I’m sorry for hurting you when you visited. You were the only one who visited btw.

Me: I visited two other times, but never got out of the car.

Dex: I know. I saw you.

Me: I missed you.

I gulp and go for it, putting my heart on the line again for this sweet, vulnerable, mess of a man. I type: I miss you now.

There’s a pause and my heart starts to beat a little faster from waiting. When my phone dings again, it reads: I miss you between every sunrise.

I take in his words like a word problem, then it dawns on me and I reply: You miss me every day?

Dex: Every day, all night long.

I stop, holding my breath as I read his message over and over again. I finally press the key I should have pushed long before now. When he answers, I say, “Come over.”

“If I come over, this is it for us. There’s no more late night or early morning goodbyes—”

“Only good mornings and goodnights.”

“So we’re on the same page?” he asks.

“We’re on the same everything, Dex. Come over.”

“I’m on my way.”

The phone goes silent and I finally understand that giving into him doesn’t mean giving up on other things. He makes my life more vibrant and brings a steady rhythm to my days. Dex makes me feel and crave, reach and strive for more. More that I didn’t know was possible before.

He gave that to me. So when he shows up just after midnight, I let him not only into my house, but into my life. Open arms. Open heart. Wholeheartedly. “Come in.”

With a soft smirk playing on his lips, he says, “I love you, Rochelle. And I want you to know that I’ve waited a lifetime for this day, for you. I would have waited another if I had to.”

“This was all about my life too, right? Me not mourning how I should have?”

“Yes. You weren’t ready before. I know you think you were, but you weren’t.”

“So, I had to lose it all again to see what I missed?”

“Did you mean what you texted me? Did you miss me?”

“So much.” I step forward and lift up. Just before my lips press against his, I say, “I love you, Dex.”

She pulls me by the belt into the bedroom and shuts the door. After locking it and with a fucking sexy smile on her face, she asks, “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”

With a chuckle, I reply, “You stole my line. You seem to have a knack for stealing things of mine.” She knows what I mean without me having to say it. I slide my hands under her old Nirvana t-shirt. “Sleeping with the competition I see.”

“They were never competition,” she says and takes the shirt off abruptly.

Her hair covers her, so I push it behind her shoulders and look her over. Her tits are perfection—pert and begging to be touched, fucked. Reaching up, I take them in hand and squeeze, watching as her eyes struggle to stay open. “Make love to me, Dex.” Her voice is raspy, exposed, and completely sexy.

She unbuttons my shirt, then pulls it down over my shoulders and arms until it falls to the floor. Her lips are wet when they press against the skin of my chest as her hands undo my belt and pants. She moves around, her hands caressing my shoulders as she kisses my back. I feel her fingertips outlining the tattoo she’s never seen before. I say, “The Phoenix rising.”

She doesn’t question, just responds, “I like it. It suits you.”

Even more turned on by her approval, I help her along by flipping off my shoes, spinning her around, and moving her toward the bed. Her legs hit the mattress and she falls back. My pants drop. I take off my socks as she removes her underwear. Both of us naked brings back all the good that we’ve always been together. Like a predator, I hunger for her, to taste her, to feel her all over again.

Her hands go from my neck up into my hair, her body leaning until I’m on my back and she sits atop of me. Moving until I’m positioned, she looks up at me.

“You’re stunning,” I say, her body taking me in and causing my eyes to close briefly.

Seated with me fully inside her, Rochelle whispers, “You once told me your soul is damaged. We’re all damaged inside. It’s how we carry on that changes the outcome.”

Grabbing a hold of her hips, I want to move, the sensation of her tightness around me makes me want to fuck, but her words feel like a remedy to my burned heart. “Do you think it’s too late for me to change?”

She begins to rock, resting her palms on my chest for leverage. “I think you have perfect timing. It’s everything we’ve lived through that brought us here together.”

Hesitant to ask, to ruin how damn fucking good this feels, I do it anyway because I need to know. “Do you have any regrets?”

Stopping, she leans down and kisses me, then whispers, “Only one.”

“What is it?”

With a wicked sexy smile, she replies confidently, “Not being with you sooner.”

Looking into her gorgeous brown eyes, I see all the possibilities of a life worth living. “You were the new start I always wanted. You’re my second chance.” I kiss her like I’ve never kissed, giving in and giving her everything I can as I flip her under me and make love to her, making up for wasting so much time.

My hips thrust causing her to moan, her chest pushing against me. “More,” she calls to me.

I move faster, not able to continue the steady pace, our making love morphing, scorching and carefree. Enjoying this too much, I take her body over and over again until she quietly calls out my name and I call out hers like a profanity slipping out.

Later, we’re lying in bed together and I have my arm wrapped around her, holding her to me. The silence that surrounds us isn’t tension filled or filled with questions. It’s light, airy and filled with a future we’re finally both sure we want, making me feel sentimental in my attachment to her. “I’m sorry for letting you walk out of my life the first night we were together.”

She lays there, still and quiet, then whispers, “I’m sorry for walking out.”

“Don’t be. Please know that it was never just about sex with you. You hurt my ego, but you were hurting more and I failed to notice. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your job to save me, Dex,” she says, looking down. Dropping her forehead against my cheek, she wraps her arms around me and pulls me closer, making me smile. Sitting up suddenly, she looks at me with a big smile of her own on her face. “You always knew we’d be together, didn’t you?”

“We were written in the stars long before now. I love you.”

“I love you more,” she says.

“Not possible,” I tease, “you just don’t understand the depth of my love.”

“What I am going to do with you, Dex?”

“You’re gonna marry me.” I watch her face, not sure what to expect in reaction. But she just smiles.

“You’re a romantic, Antonio Dexter Caggiano.”

“Only when it comes to you.”

“You know how to make a girl swoon.” She looks up at me. “And maybe on the days it gets rough,” she says, snuggling closer, “we can escape to Neverland again, even if just for a few hours.”

“I don’t need Neverland,” I say. “Reality with you is better than any make believe world ever could be.”

I rub her back, living in this moment, and she asks me, “You’re here for good, right?”

Leaning down to kiss her, I say, “I’m here for good. Our destinies were always bound together.”

She sits up and says, “I’m giving you my heart, Dex.”

Sliding my hands up her arms and over her shoulders, I stop when I slip my fingers into her hair. Bringing her down until we’re so close, I can almost taste her, I whisper, “You’ve had mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.”