Chapter 8
Levi
She pulls her hand away from mine when my back porch comes into view and I see a group of people sitting on it, already loud and crazy. We weren’t even gone that long and it’s turned into the party house again.
King must be back with Miranda.
“You never told me what happened with the ex-girlfriend.” Finley’s walking slowly but I feel like I’m dragging lead feet getting home. Fucking her wasn’t in the plan. I just wanted to spend some time with her, but she does something to me that turns me into a sex craving beast.
“She’s around for the next two days.” I shrug, not really sure what’s happening there still. “When she got here she was clingy but I think I finally set her straight. Told her I had a girlfriend already and she didn’t seem too phased. She’s been clinging to King like he’s her lifeline and I think it’s pissing him off but he owes me big so he’s dealing with her.”
“Do I want to know why he owes you big?” I hear the smirk in her tone and chuckle.
“Probably not. One thing to worry about at a time, right.”
I want to reach over and take her hand again. I want to be touching her. I want everyone here to know she’s mine and not to fuck with her, but we’re so far away from being able to be there.
With what her sister said earlier still swimming in my head and I’m sure firmly planted in Finley’s memory, I’m not sure we’re ever going to get there, now. Kat’s so against her ‘best friend’ and her sister being together it’s almost rage inducing. Who’s to say we’re best friends anymore, anyway? Anders and I are closer and half the time I can’t stand the dude!
Finley sighs and starts walking even slower. “I don’t want to go back,” she whispers.
“I know. But today will be over before you know it.”
“Yeah. And then wash, rinse, and repeat every day this week.” She rolls her eyes when we make it to my house.
“At least you get to work all week.” I wink at her and head up the steps, coming to the top and taking note of the ten extra people on my back deck. My dad’s here so it won’t get too crazy but with King and his crew sitting in the corner with Miranda on someone’s lap nothing’s promised.
I like the boys. They’re hard workers for my dad and they drop their lives every year to come down here just to make a little extra money. They’re good guys, but some of them run with questionable crowds. King being one of them.
I see Anders sitting at the table with a beer in his hand, talking to my dad…but Kat’s nowhere to be found.
“Y'all race back here or something?” Anders says, grinning at me with an eyebrow raise before he nods at Finley and I glance back at her, knowing the orgasm bliss on her face the minute I see it.
“Fuck,” I murmur under my breath. Her eyes go wide and she touches her pink cheeks.
“I need water,” she says and I nod, heading for the kitchen. When we round the corner after pushing open the door, I almost slam into Kat and have to grab her hips to stop her from toppling over.
“Jesus, Levi,” she blurts, then laughs and I can smell the whiskey on her breath.
“Kat are you drunk?” Finley says with a huge smile on her face.
“I’m allowed to drink, aren’t I?” She leans back against the counter and her eyes travel the entire length of my body slowly. “Why’d you have to grow up to be so hot?”
“Oh my God,” Finley mumbles behind me. “Kat, let’s go home.” She tries taking her sister’s hand and Kat shoves it away.
“Finley, I’m not that drunk.” Her eye roll tells me she is more than she thinks. That eye roll is reserved specifically for drunk Kat. And I haven’t seen drunk Kat in years. “Just let me talk to Levi for a bit, ok? Maybe head outside and see how that Andes Mint guy is.”
“Anders,” Finley says, shaking her head and looking at me. The expression on her face is hard to read, but I’m sure she’s nervous and scared and everything else that’s acceptable in a situation like this. I clench my teeth together and give her a quick, tight nod as to tell her it’ll all be okay. She sighs and shakes her head, leaving me alone in the kitchen with her sister. A sister who’s not looking at me like the sister I’ve always considered her to be.
She’s looking at me like she can’t wait to see what my dick tastes like.
Goddammit.
“Let’s go sit.” I walk to the sink to grab her a glass of water and move her to the couch where she falls into the leather. “Kat, what’s going on with you?” She props her feet on my lap like she’s done a million times in our life.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
The words fall from her lips easily as her eyes close and her head rests on the back of the couch, but my entire body ceases to work properly. I can’t breathe right. I can’t hear right. Are my ears ringing? She’s what now?
“Levi?” I hear her say and just moving to look at her hurts. Everything hurts because deep down I swore to myself that it was all in my head. That she didn’t want me like that… But she does.
“Yeah, sorry,” I say, clearing my throat.
She curses and shakes her head, moving her legs off my lap. “I know. I thought I was going insane. Then I had to see you because everyone I would date didn’t live up to you and I didn’t understand why. You’re…you! And we’ve always been so close I guess I just assumed that it’d be us in the long run.”
“How long have you felt like this, Kat?” It hurts that I don’t feel the same way. It hurts that I’m going to have to hurt her when I don’t return the sentiment. It’s bad enough I’m hurting her now, but once she finds out about Finley and me after all this? Shit.
I can’t leave Finley. No way in hell…because when push comes to shove I’m following my heart. And my heart’s leading to Finley.
It always has.
“A while now.” She shrugs. “It’s okay, Levi. I get it.”
“Hey,” I say, nudging her before pulling her feet back to my lap. “I’m a pretty shitty boyfriend, Kat. You should know this, you’ve seen me with some of my girlfriends. Hell, an ex is out there on some biker guy’s lap because I couldn’t even break up with her right.” I laugh at my own expense and she lets out a giggle. “You wouldn’t want me as a boyfriend, trust me. And I don’t think you love me either. I think you love the comfort of having someone sexy feel so comfortable to be around.”
“You are definitely sexy,” she whispers and I shake my head. She needs to get over me. Fast. The faster she gets over me the faster Finley and I can come out with all of this. “I didn’t just screw up our friendship, did I?” Her lips turn downwards in a frown and I curse.
“Of course not,” I blurt, pulling her into a hug, sad for her but happy we hopefully have this in the past. “I’m sorry I ever gave you any reason to think we’re anything but friends, Kat. I didn’t mean for signals to ever get mixed. I love you, but…”
“Like a sister. I got it.” She pats my lap and stands, stretching. “So what’s this girlfriend’s name? I have to make sure to threaten her.”
My eyes go wide when I see Finley walk back into the room. She stops in her tracks and thank God Kat’s back is turned so she doesn’t see her, because the look Finley’s wearing is pure panic. She’s shaking her head ‘no’ and her eyes are begging me not to say it.
“Nichole,” I blurt in a panicked tone. It’s Finley’s middle name so it’s the closest to the truth I could get without giving it all away.
“She sounds like a bitch,” Kat snickers, turning around when Finley laughs.
“Jealous much, Kat?” Finley walks into the room and when King follows her, my back straightens in defense.
Don’t get me wrong, King’s not a bad guy, he’s just the bad boy type that girls go crazy over and he’s following my girl around. I’ve never been as self- conscious as I am while sitting in the same room with King and needing a girl to pay attention to me.
Finley’s mine.
“Sup, Walsh?” He tosses the remainder of his beer back and drops to a chair across the room. The man commands attention wherever he goes.
Anders follows him in and takes a spot on the couch, probably waiting for Kat to sit next to him, but at the rate things are going tonight it’s not looking good for him.
“Where’d Miranda go?” I ask King and look at the door, waiting for her to make her presence known.
“Hell if I know. She’s your problem, dude. Not mine.” He smirks at Finley. “You want to be my problem, baby? I got a spot right here for ya.” He pats his lap and I’ve never wanted to punch the man before today.
Finley’s eyes go wide and she looks at him with her mouth dropped open. I can honestly say that look says she’s never been spoken to like that before.
What are the odds? A girl with an infinite supply of sex toys has never been in contact with someone like King. He’s crude, rude, and has exactly zero fucks on his list of things to give. But he’s loyal to a fault.
“Bitches!” I hear Miranda bellow and the slurred word tells me she’s already had too much to drink tonight. Finley’s eyebrows shoot to the top of her head and Kat’s furrow. “Whoa.” Miranda walks into the room and her gaze immediately pins on the Reeves sisters like she’s met her arch nemeses. “Wow. Which one of you cunts is the girl he dumped me for?”
“Holy shit, this is happening,” Anders whispers from his seat, rubbing his hands together as he watches the girls square off. “I’ve never seen a live girl fight before!”
“Shut the fuck up.” I stand, marching over to Miranda. “That’s enough alcohol for you,” I say, pulling the bottle of whiskey from her hand.
“Honestly. You’d dump me for one of them? Mega downgrade.” Miranda’s face twists up in disgust and I let out a low growl after seeing the hurt look on Finley’s face.
“Miranda, it’s time for you to go home.” Far away from here. For good. Fuck!
“I need to get my sister home,” Finley says and I spin to beg her not to leave but she’s already got Kat’s hand and is heading for the door. “It was good seeing you, Levi.”
“Let me walk you guys home.” I blurt, turning my back to Miranda and following the two girls out the front door. I hear King snicker from behind us but I don’t give a damn. No way in hell am I letting her go home without apologizing for that.
Anders follows me out the door, seemingly hung up on being around Kat, but neither of the girls talk to us as we go. The entire walk Finley and Kat are in front of us and I can’t take my eyes off Finley’s ass in those shorts. It’s crazy the things I feel for this girl. I always wanted another shot with her but honestly I didn’t think I’d ever get it, and I was accepting that. Now that I have my second chance? Hell. I don’t think I’ll be able to live through seeing her with another guy. I have to figure this out, because soon I’m heading home and she’s content living in the Everglades the rest of her career.
We make it to Finley’s apartment and as much as I want to go in with them, the warning look she’s giving me is begging me to drop it.
“Thank you,” she whispers, watching her sister walk into the apartment and fall to the couch.
“There’s nothing to thank me for. Your sister bought your lunch. I just provided the crazy ex- girlfriend for entertainment.” I try to laugh it off but Finley’s apparently not there yet.
“Yeah, she’s a gem.” With a shake of her head, she shoves her hands into her back pockets and looks at me so intently it’s like she’s studying my face. Like she has a million things to say, but can’t put any of them into words. I need more alone time with her. We barely started dating and this mega wrench got thrown into my plan.
“We’re on for the tour Wednesday, right?” Anders speaks up, breaking the silence.
“Absolutely. I’ll get Levi the details Wednesday morning after I know the schedule for the day.” Her eyes hit mine again and she tucks her hair behind her ear.
Anders pats my shoulder and turns away.
I should follow him.
I shouldn’t stand here any longer.
I definitely shouldn’t kiss her…
“Lev—” Fuck it. I cut her words off with a hard, brief kiss that leaves her cheeks pink and her eyes wide when I pull back. I flick my gaze to the couch quickly to see her sister passed out and let out a breath of relief.
“Miranda’s a horrible person, Finley. Please don’t let what she said get to you,” I whisper.
“Yeah.” She looks down at the ground and her shoulders lift slightly.
“She’ll be out tonight. I promise you. I’m so fucking sorry.” I am, too. I feel like a complete ass to let something like that happen but the smile on Finley’s face after I tell her Miranda will be gone tonight gives me hope she’s not giving up on me just yet.
She smiles as she clicks the door shut and I run a hand down my neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“You’re screwed, dude,” Anders says on the walk back to my place.
“Is it really that bad? I thought we did good tonight.”
He laughs hard. “You two have everything riding against you at this point. Her sister? She’s scary but I think I may lover her. And that ex-girlfriend of yours? Danger written all over her. And the way you can’t seem to stop staring at Finley? Fucked. You’re fucked.” He laughs and pats my back and I groan.
“I need this to work out, Anders. And I don’t know how to make it any better.”
“It’ll work out if it’s meant to be.” He steps up the back porch stairs and looks inside the open back door when we hear a crash. “Looks like Miranda’s on a warpath,” he says, cursing and heading back down the stairs. “I’m taking a walk, man. You gotta deal with her, she can’t be here all week like this.”
“Yeah.” I curse under my breath and head inside, preparing myself for a fight.
***
“I still can’t believe you kicked her out of the house,” King laughs, taking a bite of his sandwich. It’s Tuesday and I haven’t seen Finley since that night that I dropped her off. We’ve texted almost all day every day, but I miss her. I miss her smile. Her body. Her scent.
“She was doing nothing but making trouble. And she showed up uninvited. And she called my girlfriend a cunt.” I shrug. “It was kind of a no brainer.”
She also broke my favorite picture frame and a vase my dad loved. As well as put a hole in the wall where she threw the vase. She’s a fucking psycho. Thank God I’m done with her for good this time.
“So we all still on for the official tour of the swamps tomorrow?” He smirks at me and lifts his hat off his head, swiping sweat off his brow.
“Yep. Last I heard we’re doing one with Finley and her friend Alexa.”
“Oh a friend?” He stands and refills his water. “Hot one?”
“She’s got tits and a pussy. Ain’t that all it takes to be hot to you?”
His boisterous laugh crinkles the tattoo on his temple and I shake my head. He’s a different breed. When he applied for this position a few years ago I was convinced my dad wouldn’t hire him because of the way he looks.
Turns out King’s amazing with his hands.
Maybe that’s why he’s so talented in the bedroom.
“Hey assholes. This roof ain’t gonna finish itself. I’m ready to get back to the beach.” Anders shouts, walking by us and heading for the ladder. The man would live outside in the sun if we let him. I swear he’s the outdoorsiest guy I know. All he wants to do is surf when we’re not working.
“I’m ready to go home for the year. This heat’s killing me,” King mumbles, knocking off the dust from his hat before sliding it back over his bald scalp.
“Stop moaning. We don’t have much longer left down here.” I nudge him as we head for the ladder.
Truth is, if the storm they’re predicting next week actually hits as hard as they say it’s supposed to, we may be stuck here a while. They haven’t called for a category five in years. We’ve heard talk of it being the biggest storm of the century since it plowed through Cuba and destroyed everything in its path. I figured it’d lose speed when it hit landfall but unfortunately, the projection rate is bringing it straight for us at the same speed.
“You hear about that storm they’re calling ‘Idiot’?” Anders says, laughing when King throws a glove at him. “I think I’m going to try and ride the caps.”
“It’s Idom, you fucking idiot. And don’t be a jackass and get yourself killed. I don’t have money to buy myself a suit for your funeral.” King grumbles and heads up the ladder.
“How about we not talk about the weather and get back to work, boys?” My dad chimes in which means we really should get the fuck to work. He puts up with a lot from us before pulling the ‘boss’ card.
I spend the rest of the day listening to King and Anders bitch back and forth like an old married couple and checking my phone every three minutes to make sure I don’t miss anything from Finley.
At seven pm, I finally break down and text her a selfie of me in my pajama pants already.
Me: You’ve turned me into an old man already.
I roll over in bed and stare at the TV, drowning out King’s sex noises from upstairs. Somehow the man has a different girl here multiple times a week. Where he gets them I don’t know but fuck, dude. My girlfriend lives two doors down and I can’t even fuck her that much!
My phone buzzes and I snatch it up, my heart in my throat from excitement.
Finley: That’s good to see. My sister’s driving me insane. And she’s needy. And I love her. But I’m ready for her to go home.
Finley: I miss you
Back to back text messages make my mouth turn into a grin as I type out my response
Me: Can you take a walk later? Barefoot in the sand is my second favorite look on you.
Finley: Do I want to know what your first favorite is?
I let out a groan and shift, picturing her underneath me. My dick inside her. Her on that damn swing. Hell. My favorite look on her? Wet and waiting.
Me: It’d just add to the torture that this week is bringing me. Meet me out back at nine?
Finley: ;) see ya then
Two hours. I can wait two hours. That’s four episodes of whatever this shit is that’s currently on my TV. Or a nap. Maybe I’ll take a nap…
“Levi?” I hear my dad outside my door and sit up in bed, deciding against the nap.
“Yeah?” I call out. He swings open the door and walks in, heading over to the windows.
“What’s up?”
“I’m thinking we’re going to head out early this year. Close the house up real tight and pray for the best before the storm hits.” He won’t look at me because he knows what leaving does to Finley and I. A relationship that barely has had time to take root, interrupted by a sister who’s going through some type of midlife crisis, and now a hurricane threatening to ruin everything. His words make my stomach drop. I’m not ready to go back and there’s no way I’m leaving Finley here to fend for herself in this storm.
“When’re you thinking?” I clear my throat and stand, pulling a t-shirt from my drawer and yanking it over my head.
“We’ve got a couple of days to finish this project. I’d like to have the house boarded up by Saturday night. Head out Sunday.”
“Okay.” I’ve learned over the years not to question my dad on his methods, but this one is the hardest yet not to second-guess.
He turns and looks at me with pity in his eyes.
“Is Finley going to be okay here, son? Have you seen the news?”
“I don’t know, Dad,” I mutter, shaking my head as I start to pace.
“Well, all signs are pointing to us coming back down after the storm, but there’s no use us staying. We can’t work during it anyway.”
“Yeah,” I huff. “Alright.”
Fuck.
“I’ll let the boys know.” He pats my shoulder on his way out and I groan. He’s right. And any other year we would have done the same thing, but this year isn’t the same. I have something here. And I can’t leave her behind.
My mind’s swimming, so at nine, as I walk down the back steps and see her in her t-shirt and shorts with no shoes, It’s like I’m looking at her through a haze. I’ve had to leave girls before; leave relationships behind with little notice. It’s never been this hard.
Because I’ve never been leaving Finley.
I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her tight, inhaling her shampoo and burying my face in her neck.
I can’t leave this girl. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Hey you.” She giggles when I push my lips to her neck. God, I needed this.
“I’ve missed the hell out of you.” I push my lips to her neck, trailing kisses along her jaw and finish at her mouth. Tasting her. Breathing her in. Memorizing everywhere my hands roam, praying this week isn’t our last week together.
She sighs and her body melts into mine as her fingers lace into my hair. She deepens the kiss and grinds against me, right out here on the fucking beach, and all I can do is continue to take it another step further.
“Inside?” she pants, pulling back the slightest.
“Fuck yes,” I groan. I grip her hand and pull her up the steps to the back deck with me, then through the kitchen and down the hallway, slamming and locking my door behind me. “Fuck walks on the beach. I need you tonight.” I don’t want to think about leaving. I don’t want to think about the look on her face when I tell her.
I want this. Now.
Her.
“Are we crazy?” She giggles, grinning at me as she shoves her shorts off and drops them on my floor. Her shirt is gone next and all she’s left with is this bright pink bra and panty set that makes my dick rock solid.
“For?” I step over to her and her hands go to the hem of my shirt before swiftly pulling it over my head.
“Craving each other this much?” She roams her hands on my abs and lets her fingertips dip below the waistband of my sweats.
“I don’t think so.” I push her body against the door and slide my hands into her hair. “I think we’ve both been holding back for all these years. And now that we can have each other it feels so goddamned amazing.”
“I can’t get enough,” she whispers, pushing my pants off and sighing when I slam my lips to hers.
“So don’t.” I pull the cups of her bra down, freeing her tits and latching my lips around her hardened nipples. Her back arches and she moans, twisting her fingers in my hair and trying to grind against my dick.
“Fuck me, Levi. Hard.” She tugs on my hair and I growl, pulling her off the door and carrying her to the bed. My dick’s so fucking hard one touch from her could send me over the edge but I need to savor this moment. I push her knees apart and dip my tongue inside her, pulling a long trail all the way up to her clit.
“Fuck,” She groans, her fist tightening in my hair. “Yes.” She pivots her hips to meet my face.
I taste, suck, lick, nip, and finally plunge my fingers into her, making her scream out and there’s nothing in the world that would make me stop this.
“Goddamn, Finley, you taste better every fucking time,” I growl and lick her clit in tight circles then wrap my mouth around her and suck gently, making her back arch and her pussy tighten around my fingers. She’s so goddamn wet and tight as hell, so when she clenches around me I twist my fingers slightly, curling them up in a steady rhythm and making her scream so loud I slap my free hand over her mouth. “There’s a house full of people that now know what we’re doing.” I chuckle, teasing her with my fingers as I pull them out then dip them back in.
“Let them hear.” She growls, then sits up and pulls my lips to hers. “Fuck, I taste good.” Twisting us in a move I’ve only ever seen in the movies, she shifts her leg over me and in one movement slides down on my dick and pushes her hands through her hair.
Holy fuck this girl is putting on the sexiest goddamned show.
With her eyes locked on mine, she starts pivoting her hips and moans, letting her hair fall back, then grips her tits tightly, not taking her eyes off me as she fucks me. Teasing me.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Squirt.” I rest my hands on her hips, holding back taking over because she’s so hot right now I don’t want to miss any of this.
“God, your dick feels perfect,” she moans, thrusting her hips back and forth and driving me absolutely mad. “Fuck, Levi.” She gasps when I bring my thumb to her clit and her movements speed up. “Oh fuck.” She pivots her hips faster, back and forth, riding me and letting my thumb press harder into her, circling around her tight ball of nerves, ready to explode.
“Come on my cock, Finley,” I growl, gritting my teeth and holding back for her. “I want to watch you make yourself come on my fucking dick.”
“Ah shit,” she hisses, arching her back and pumping harder and faster. Her pussy’s so fucking hot and when she starts to come I can feel her pulsing around me. She creams all over my dick and her legs quake through the orgasm. “Fuck!” She falls to my chest but her hips are still pivoting, teasing me.
“Hold on, baby.” I twist us and grip her hands tight in mine, bringing them above her head then slam into her. I start to see spots from the overwhelming sensation of being buried balls deep inside her, and just the image of her underneath me, hair messy and cheeks pink from her own orgasm make my spine start to tingle. Every fucking thrust is like heaven on earth. Being buried inside Finley Reeves is the best goddamn feeling ever.
Nothing will ever compare to her.
“Shit!” I belt, my orgasm coming from deep within making sweat drip down my chest as I fuck her hard, her moans twisting with mine in a symphony of the best fucking orgasm I think I’ve ever had. “Fuck, fuck,” I huff, letting myself go; letting myself fall off that cliff and dive head first in love with this damn girl.
Sweaty, trying to catch my breath, I push my lips to hers then lie next to her and wrap my arms around her. She’s quiet for a moment before her lips connect with my forearm.
“We didn’t use a condom,” she whispers and the panic starts to rise.
“Oh shit.” I sit up and look down at her. She’s smiling like the panic on my face is amusing. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.” She pats my cheek. “I’ve got an IUD. I’m good. And I trust you don’t have any disease?”
“I’m clean, I swear.” I push my forehead to hers. “That felt amazing, Finley.”
“Yeah.” She rakes her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. “I’m scared, Levi.”
“Why?” My eyebrows furrow as she looks up at me with those big, beautiful eyes.
“Because I feel things for you that terrify me. And you’ll be leaving soon and I’m not sure if I’m ready for that heartbreak.”
Her eyes look up at me to make it all better, but I can’t. I fear I’m about to make it all worse.
“About that.” I clear my throat and shift to sitting next to her. She brings the sheet with her as she sits to mimic my stance. “We’re heading out before the storm, Finley.”
Her face falls and she stares at me, those big beautiful puppy dog eyes making my gut turn in ways that feels like I could vomit.
“So…”
“This weekend.” I curse to myself. “My dad’s insistent and it’s his house so I can’t really go against him. Plus we can’t work during the storm, anyway.”
“Yeah… I mean that makes sense.” She’s nodding and her eyes have left mine while she thinks over the news that although this relationship feels perfect… I’m leaving. And other than ‘Daddy said so’, I really don’t have a good reason. I’m a grown goddamned man. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“I can stay,” I blurt. “I mean I’d probably have to help my dad get everything home. But… I can come back for you.” I’m stammering trying to get that look off her face that’s breaking my heart. The look that says she’s not prepared to be heartbroken yet.
Neither am I, Squirt. Neither am I.
“No. No, you should go. It’s not going to be safe here.”
“What are you going to do?” I bring her hand to my mouth and push my lips against her skin. She watches me carefully and finally shrugs.
“I don’t know. They haven’t called off the tours yet but from what I hear they probably will. Then hunker down and make sure I don’t get blown away.” She lets out a laugh but it’s not as carefree cute as I’m used to. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get blown all the way home.”
“Don’t joke about that, Finley.” I shake my head. “I can stay and help.”
“You need to help your dad. I appreciate it, though.” She leans over and kisses me. “People do long distance relationships all the time, right?” She grins and shrugs. “It’ll be fine.”
Fine. I’ve always read that when a woman says something will be fine it’s actually anything BUT fine. It’s not fine. And it won’t be fine until I figure this out.
“Finley, I can’t let you ride this storm out alone.”
“I have people here that have been through tons of bad storms in their lifetime. Alexa will walk me through it. Bran’s here and he’s done this a ton.” She smiles. “I’ll be ok with them, I promise.” Her arms wrap around me. “I need to get back home before my sister starts worrying.”
I grunt and pull her back down to the bed with me, a horrible feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. Back home we get tornadoes and shit all the time and it never bothers me. Never have I been scared for a storm before. But this? A hurricane that could wipe this whole city and my girl off the map? It’s terrifying.
She pulls out of my embrace and stands, heading over to where she dropped her clothes and starts pulling them back on.
“We’re still on for tomorrow?” She looks over at me and I nod.
“Yep. I wouldn’t miss it.” I want to bring her back to the bed and make her stay. I don’t want her to leave, especially without knowing how she’s feeling. Because for the first time in my life, I know exactly how I feel. I think I’ve known it for years.
I love this girl.