Chapter 15
James
I hang up the phone. My head is spinning, and my cock is already erect. The sound of her voice turned me on so much. As soon as she told me that she wanted to see me, I got a boner. I cannot believe it. After these few months, she still is thinking about me. I know that it is meant to be.
I wasted no time going ahead and buying tickets to fly to her. But now I have to wait until tomorrow for the flight. I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about her.
Am I just going to grab her and start fucking her there? Is that what she wants me to do?
My brain starts to run wild with ideas of how I am going to greet her. From behind or perhaps I will take her with my mouth. God, I love the way she tastes. It’s like I am about to have a feast full of my favorite desserts. Except for the fact, I am in love with the desserts.
The next morning, I wake up before my alarm. I booked the earliest flight that I could. I am so excited to see her. I text her and let her now that I am on my way. The trip seems to take forever, but eventually the flight lands. I run out to the parking lot and grab the first taxi that I see. I shout the address to him as I throw my luggage into the trunk. And the next thing I see is her condo building in front of me. The trip now suddenly feels like a blur. Samantha is the only thing on my mind. My heart skips a beat. The driver stops and then I rush out of the car. I make my way up to the front, and blood starts to pour into my cock as I get an erection at the thought of being close to her. I cannot wait to see her bent over, begging for me to keep going until I make her legs shake and make her cum on me. I take a deep breath and remind myself not to get too aroused. I still don't know exactly what she wants to talk about or what might happen. But I know that my palms are sweaty, and I have no idea what to expect. I stand outside of her apartment door. My hand reaches up, and I take a long second before I knock. She could just have invited me over just to yell at me for leading her on, but I doubt it; she told me that she wanted to see me. Who knows what she meant by that, but I had no choice. This is it. This is the moment for us. I know that whatever happens, I need her to understand how I feel about her. My palms begin to sweat, and the door to the condo opens.
Samantha stands in front of me. She looks amazing. I don't know if it is possible, but she seems to have gotten even more attractive. A loose sweater hands off her shoulder and I can see her bra strap poking through, and her pants hug around her ass. She stares at me and sucks on her bottom lip.
"Hey,” she whispers ever so softly. I don't even let her finish. My hands reach out, and I scoop her up into my arms. My mouth finds her. God, she tastes so good. I pull her in gently sliding my tongue into her mouth. It is as though we have never kissed before. Everything feels new and exciting, and yet, familiar and safe. Holding her, actually just touching her awakens every part of me. We kiss for a long time, letting our mouths melt together. I hold her close to me, taking her in and bringing her back to me. I cannot believe I almost lost this woman.
"God, I have missed you," I exhale as her mouth pulls from mine so we can catch a breath. But our bodies stay close. I feel the need to consume her, own every piece and inch; being away from her was worse than anything I could imagine. We take a moment to look at one another and then, I bend down and kiss her some more. My cock has already begun to swell, to its full size. I don't know if I can wait another minute without being inside of her. I reach down and pick her up. My hands reach under her legs and pull her to me.
She wraps around me. Our groins grind furiously against one another. I walk over to the kitchen counter and set her down on the cold granite; Samantha keeps her legs tied around me holding me into her. We continue to kiss, tongues dodging and pulsing into one another, like it's our first time. My hands grab at her soft flesh, running on her thighs. She bucks into me. My thumbs clip the inside of her underwear and slide it down to her ankles. Her hands are already gripping my belt and unbuckling my pants. The jeans drop to my ankles. Her hands grab on my blood filled cock. I grunt as her delicate fingers travel up and down my shaft, pulling, tugging.
She gasps as I briefly brush against her sweet slit. I return back to my previous position, so my hot cock is pressing against her precious sensitive nerve. She rocks her body into my cock, bobbing up and down. I can feel her wetness against my hard shaft. God, she feels so good. Nothing compares to her. Our breathing is in rhythm together. We both are so tense the moment before we are reunited. And then my hands reach under her legs, and I hoist them up in my hands as her bare ass sits on the cold counter. Slowly, I enter her, my full length.
"Oh, fuck," I groan as I bury myself in her completely. Her head falls back. I reach up and rip her shirt down. My mouth finds her swollen breasts, and I suck on them, as my hips move in reverse, slamming back into her dripping wet cunt. Samantha gasps with each deep thrust.
"Fuck," I mutter in her ear, over and over. Being reunited with her body is filling me with intense pleasure. I pull her harder into myself. I am losing control, and my body is taking over. Each thrust makes air sharply escape her lungs. Her hands paw at my back and hold me close. Her bare chest rubs against my shirt. I can feel her stiff nipples bouncing off me.
"James - faster - fuck. Oh my god. Fuck," she murmurs between gasps and groans. I clench my jaw, focusing on making my step-sister cum on my cock. Her pussy is wet, I slip and slide out of her, thudding against the counter with so much passion…All I want is her!
"I'm going to cum," she whines, "I'm-uh, James!"
Her pussy tightens around my cock and with eyes closed, she buries her face in me. My body is seizing. She whimpers as I continue to enter her, never letting her recover. Then all at once, her hands land on my chest, and Samantha pushes me out of her. I stumble a step back slightly confused. Then she slides off the counter and down to her knees.
"Fuck my mouth," she says, nuzzling my dick with her lips. I grab my shaft, and my hand falls on her head. I grab a handle of her hair and guide her lips around my dick. She lets out a soft moan as my cock enters her warm mouth. Her tongue glides along my shaft, making me swell even more. Damn. That feels so too good. My hand guides her head, pulling it back and forth, and my hips dive into her, sending my cock deep down her throat. For a second, she gags slightly, but when I try to pull out, her neck follows me. She wants my whole cock deep into her throat. She lets out another moan and bobs her neck, deep throating me. I can't make it another minute, but I don't want to cum in her mouth. I want to do it inside of her. I have been away for long, not to be able to claim to feel her insides as I climax. I release her head and pull her up. I spin her around. My cocks press against that juicy ass. She gasps. Samantha starts to touch herself. I take a second and watch her. God, she is amazing. It's so fucking hot to watch her pleasuring herself like I am spying on my sister. My hand gently rubs her ass. Pre-cum leaks out of my cock. I cannot wait for anymore. She needs to be fucked some more. My hand reaches around, and I push her down over the counter. Her breasts flatten against the cold granite counter. She gasps as my pelvis pushes on her ass and my cock penetrates her pussy. Her back tightens.
"Keep touching yourself," I tell her. Her hand returns, as she massages herself just the way she likes. I can feel her fingers tugging and moving her pussy as I ram into her. Deeply, my cock stretches into her pussy's limits. Her face falls forward and presses into the counter. I can feel the climax building in me, centering between my legs powerful and focused. Samantha cries out.
"Cum in me, James. I need you to fill me," she whines. My hand grabs the back of her neck and her long hair. I fuck her like a jackhammer. Her ass bounces against me, and she pushes back as I disappear in and out. And then I can't hold out any longer. Intense euphoria escapes out of me. My load fills the inside of her pussy, unleashing into her. "Fuck, uh - uh -uh," I grunt and growl as the orgasm is more intense than any I have ever experienced. Reuniting with her seems to make every wash of pleasure and sensation even more powerful. I take a step back and pull out. Samantha bends over the counter. She takes a few deep breaths and then finally turns around.
"Wow," is all I can manage to whisper. My cock still throbs with pleasure. She pushes her hair out of her face, and she smiles.
"There's no one like you," she says.
I smile and walk over, holding her against my shirt.
"Let's lie down for a little bit, okay?" I say to her. Her eyes catch mine, and she nods. I lift her up in my arms. She feels so small as I hold her. I cannot believe I was away this long, letting her be in the world all on her own. I know she is smart and independent, but I can't help but have the overwhelming desire to protect her.
"Which way is your bedroom?" I chuckle. I forgot I had never been to her house before, and she hasn't been to one of mine. I look down at her. There is so much for us to share. I know I need her.
"It's just down the hall the left," she says with a smile. Her slender finger pointing. Her condo is nice. I didn't give it much attention, but it's clear she has managed very well for herself. I follow her instructions and carry her to her room, where I lay her down on the bed slowly. She curls up on the pillows. I pull off my shirt, so I am naked along with her and lay down next to her.
"Thanks so much for flying out, James," she whispers.
"Anything for you," I tell her. My hand caresses her cheek,
I hold her against me. My hand gently brushes through her long hair. I hear her breathing return to its normal pace.
"How have you been?" I ask her. She looks up at me with those dreamy eyes. I can see so much is happening up in her thoughts, but she just smiles.
"I'm better now, James," she whispers snuggling into my chest.
"What made you decide to call me?"
She takes another pause to think it over.
"I'm not sure," is all she responds with, but I know her. I know there is more to this. It was not some last minute late night booty call.
"Come on, Samantha. Tell me what is going on in that beautiful head of yours."
She buries her face back into my chest, avoiding conversation with me.
"I just wanted to see you," is what she whispers without looking up. I can feel her heartbeat quicken in her chest. Her hand moves back down to between my legs, and she finds my cock. I let out a low grown as she begins to wake my member back up, by gently stroking.
"What are you doing?" I ask her, "We need to - talk -uh, about -"
She takes my hand and puts it to that warm, wet place between her legs.
"Just touch me, James. Please," she whines, rubbing her groin into my hand. I know that we should talk about our relationship. I don't want to leave her again. I want to stay here, but I don't know what she wants. I have no clue, the only thing that I am sure about is that she wants my cock right now, and I am going to give to her. I will keep giving it to her until she tells me she no longer wants it. My cock is already stiff in her hand, erect and pointed to the ceiling. I have missed her so much, she could just talk about sex, and I would be hard as wood. She continues massaging me, her fingers grace against my calls and cup them gently. Tingles disperse through me. I start to give her more. I rub her clit fast, moving the small nub back and forth. She starts to squirm reacting to my touch. She bucks away and rolls onto her stomach; I keep my hand on her still. She raises her ass slightly into the air. Her face stays buried in the pillow as she lets out soft sighs. But I slide down. My tongue starts with her ass cheeks. I can't help but get a taste of her. My mouth travels along her crack to her sweet little hole.
"Uhh -I like that," she moans, as I continue eating her ass out. She rocks her hips against the bed. I continue dining on my delicious dish, working myself down to her wet pussy, sliding my tongue in and out of her. She moans and gasps. "I love the way your mouth feels inside of me," she murmurs. Her fingertips stretch out and clamp down on the pillows. I grab her ass, squeeze hard. The soft, squishy tissue molds into my hands and I shake it hard, watching as her cheeks shake. I give them a hard slap. She winces and moans, her hips raise and then fall back down as the stinging from my hand subsides.
"You are mine," I growl. I suddenly feel an animalistic rush over. She needs to know that she belongs to me forever. There are no other options. She turns to look back at me. Her mouth hangs open as she breathes heavily. I ram my fingers into between her legs. She whimpers, as I stroke her G spot. "You like that, don't you," I say between my teeth. My cock is racing. Blood pumps through my body and my heart pounds in my ear.
"I do," she pants, "I like that so much."
I pull my fingers out fast and leave her with an aching pussy. She lifts her ass up in the air hungry for me to relieve the itch, but instead I put my weight on top of her. My dicks run the length of her ass and rubs in between her crack. I rock it slowly back in forth. My hand slides around her neck, and I gently hold her head in place next to mine. I breathe on her face. She lets out another soft moan.
"I will not let you go again," I whisper, continuing to rock my hips back and forth, my hard raw cock pushes into her ass. My hand tightens around her neck slightly and then releases. Samantha twists and writhes under my weight. Her ass bucks up. She is trying to slip my cock into her, but I raise my hips up and hover over her.
I place my hand on her shoulder and hold her down, pushing her into the bed. She gasps. My hands hover her backside and gently massage her asshole, then the whole of my hands grabs her pussy. I can feel it throbbing ever so slightly. I push it hard, feeling her little pussy lips rubbing against the pad of my fingers. She lets out a moan of frustration.
"Beg for it, little sister," I whisper in her ear.
"Fuck me, James," she whispers. I sit back and continue to gently push the palm of my hand along her whole slit.
"Not good enough," I hiss. I slide a finger into her, and then remove it fast. She shudders.
"Please...please. I need your cock inside of me."
I bite my lip. My cock is throbbing, long, and hard. I hover it between her pussy lips, teasing her opening. She lets out a small scream and tries to back up, so my dick will push into her, but I keep my hand on her shoulder holding her body.
"Ah, ah, ah," I whisper, pulling my cock away.
"No," she groans. "Why are you doing this to me?"
I laugh at a little.
"Aren't big brothers supposed to tease their sisters?" My hand falls back to her wet opening. God, she wants it so bad. My fingers pinch her clit, and her whole body flexes. Her hand darts to find her clit, but I grab both of her hands and lift them over her head.
"No, no. That's cheating." I spank her ass. "That's what you get for trying to cheat." She lets out a long sigh and starts to wiggle. I spank her again. Her ass flexes once more, and her hips fall into the bed.
"Beg for it," I say harshly into her ear. She closes her eyes and breathes heavily.
"I want you. I need you to fuck me. Please give it to me, make me yours. Your cock is the only one I want. James, help your little sister, please. Ah - I want you so bad."
I reward her then. My hands fall on her shoulders to brace myself. I lower my pelvis over her ass, so it rests on her juicy cheeks. My dick presses past her lips as my hand guides into the sopping wet cunt. Samantha cries out as my cock rams into her again and again. Her face buries in the pillow. Her legs quickly buck up, and hips gyrate around my cock. I grunt as I slide my palm under her body to her bare chests. I twist and pinch her nipples hard. She wiggles underneath as the climax begins once more. I fill her needs as she cums again onto my cock. My hips thrust faster. I cum soon after her; My cock pumps its juice into her body. I slowly pull my cock out of her.
I lay next to her. Our breathing is so hard, and we both feel a bit tired, but I have not felt this great in a long time. Being back with Samantha makes me feel complete. I roll next to her and hold her gaze.
"How are you doing?" I ask gently.
"Wonderful," she says.
"Good...good."
She props her head up onto her hand. My heart swells with love for her. She brushes her hair out of her face. There is so much I want to say to Samantha. I have spent the last several months going over and over in my head the right words that she needs to hear. Her hand touches me.
"That was the best sex I have had in a really long time," she says softly, her large eyes staring at mine. I scratch my chin.
"Same," I murmur and then begin to laugh.
"What?" she asks, cocking her head. Her long hair falls down her shoulder and back into her face. I pull it out of her eyes. She smiles.
"It’s just...that's the first time I have had sex since the trip." I feel slightly embarrassed telling her that. It makes me look like I am really hung up on her. But I am. It is the truth, and I want to be honest with from now on.
"Are you serious?" her eyes are wide. She covers her mouth with a hand and stares at me. I nod slowly.
"Swear to God."
"Why?" she laughs.
"What do you mean why?" I ask her back. "I am completely stuck with you."
She gets quiet and rolls over on the bed next to me. She gets close to my face and bites her bottom lip.
"I am still stuck with you."
I throw my arms around her slim back and pull her close to me.
"Then what are we doing?" I ask genuinely ask her, hoping that she will be able to finally provide me with some sort of answer or truth to our relationship.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," she sighs. "It’s like we have this connection between us. You and I were made for each other. I just - what do we do?" She looks at me confused. And now, we are back to where this whole thing started. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I need to cautious about how I present this to her.
"Sam?"
"Hmm?" she hums.
"Do you know that I was never officially dating Mallory? I want you to know that. My dad just was confused. I know it looked bad, but that's the truth. We weren't anything, and I stopped talking to her the day we got back from the trip."
"Well, you didn't have to do that," Samantha says, exasperated. "I never wanted you to feel like you had to end things with someone."
I kiss her forehead lightly.
"You didn't. I ended it with her because I had meant to and I wanted to. And then being with you in the Bahamas made me know one hundred percent that you were all that I wanted forever."
Samantha gets quiet and starts to get rather nervous. "Sam?"
She nuzzles into my chest. "Sam," I repeat.
"Can I ask you something?" she finally speaks up. And fuck, do I hate that question. My pulse begins to rise. I even start to sweat in literally a matter of seconds.
"You can ask me anything."
"Do you love me?" she inquires, propping her head on my chest and staring at me.
"Yes," I say it back so fast, I don't even realize that the words have come out of my mouth. "I love you, Samantha, much more than you will ever know. I have been in love with you from the moment I saw you laying on the bar floor of Dave's because I knocked you over. I knew it then. And I hate myself for ruining it that night. But I love you. I always love you."
A smile, wide and warm presses onto her lips. She leans in and kisses me again. I hold her against me, feeling her pulse on my chest. Our hearts close together. Her arms wrap around my head, as she holds me while we kiss. Her naked body is on mine, where it belongs. Our skin touches and her legs rub against mine. We kiss gently, nice and slow, taking our time. My heart feels light, but I feel strong. Finally, I have been able to tell her how I feel and she has decided to listen. She pulls her head away from me, and she sucks on her bottom lip. Then, a smile appears once again, and she is beaming.
"I love you too, James. I want this. I want this forever."
We kiss again and then again until our kisses turn into a string of laughter bubbling over from our throats as though it is uncontrollable.
"This is amazing," I finally say with a long sigh.
"So how do we do this?" she asks me. I slide my hand to her pussy and wiggle my fingers against her.
"Well, there are a lot of ways, and we have explored many possibilities."
"No," she laughs, throwing her head back. I can feel her stomach tightening against mine.
"Oh - sorry, what do you mean?" I wink.
"Us," she says slowly. "You and me, how the fuck are we going to do this relationship?" I pull myself up in the bed and lean back against the head board. She curls up in my chest, listening to the sound of my heart beat.
"Well, I think just like any normal couple does any normal couple things," I say, my fingers brushing through her hair. "We go on dates, we have lots of amazing sex, and sometimes we fight, but never too long."
"I like all those ideas," she says calmly. "Are we going to tell our parents?"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot about them," I say, chewing on my cheek.
"And the whole family?"
I smile.
"How do you think they will take it?" I ask her.
"I really have no idea."
"I think Stan Man will be chill about it..." I really think it over," but I have no idea how Tonya will react."
She sits up and grabs her phone.
"I have good news though."
"What?" I ask. "They are both in town tomorrow. So we can totally tell them at lunch."
My eyes get wide.
"This is pretty serious now, isn't it? You and me. I mean we are already going to meet each other's families."
She laughs.
"I hope my dad likes you!"
"He'll probably hate me."
I reach down and tickle her. She laughs and pushes me away.
"Alright, I will text them so we can meet up." Her hands fly across the screen of the phone as she texts them quickly. And then she sets the phone to the side of the bed. Her eyes change, and they lock onto mine.
"What?" I ask her.
"How about in the meantime; we do a little bit more celebrating?" she whispers. Her hand creeps down to my cock. She bends over and slides it into her warm wet mouth.
"Oh, fuck," I groan, at the unexpected sensation of sucking. "Fuck - I have missed you."
Chapter 16
Sam
I chew on my bottom lip. Fuck I am nervous. I look over at James. He seems so calm and relaxed with everything. I have no idea how that's even possible.
"I guess, my parent is the cool one," he says laughing.
"This isn't funny. I am fucking freaking out."
He shakes his head and rests his hand on his shoulder.
"There is no way that they can be mad at us. It's not our fault that they made two attractive, smart babies who fell in love after meeting."
I smile. He does make me feel a little better.
"It's kind of nice that we are working together instead of against each other," I say to him. He smiles, and his hand reaches under the table, slipping right up my dress.
"Oh, baby we work so well together." I push his hand away fast when I see Tonya and Stanley walk into the restaurant. We stand and hug our parents. My mom kisses both of us and then sits down next to Stanley.
"Well, I do have to say," she begins. "That this is quite rather an amazing surprise."
"I know," Stanley adds on," I had no idea you were going to be in town, James. Why didn't you call?"
"It was ah- rather the last minute," James nod.
"Well, I am glad that is happening."
"Me too."
I almost jump out of my seat. Underneath the table cloth, James' hand returns to under my dress. Is this his way of calming me down? Because it is doing the exact opposite.
"So mom, dad," I start slowly. "James is actually down here, because something happened."
They both look at one another rather concerned. James looks at me and smiles.
"What is it?" Tonya asks. Her eyes are full of panic.
My voice suddenly gets caught in my throat, so James takes over for me.
"We are dating," he says with a nod.
"What?" Stanley almost drops his glass of water.
"Yes," I confirm, looking over at my step brother boyfriend, who sends me a wink. Tonya and my step dad stare at one another in disbelief.
"I am shocked," she says.
"As am I!" We could have sworn that you two really hated one another. We were so worried about the trip that we made a mistake by having you two together on it." He touches his face and shakes his head.
"Well, shit we were wrong," Tonya says raising her eyebrows.
James wiggles his fingers and gives me a little rub. I shiver at the touch and shoot him a glare. He finally pulls his hand away.
"Is this okay with you guys?" I ask them both, hoping for some sort of supportive response.
"Well..." Tonya starts. She looks around the room. It probably is a lot to take in. I try and remind myself that. I would not know how to react if my unrelated children were in love.
"When did you two come to this conclusion. That you wanted to be together?" Stanley phrased his question carefully. I look at James. I know exactly when.
"College," I say firmly. This really threw them for a ride.
"College?" Tonya stutters.
"Yes," James says. He takes my hand in his. "That's when we met, and that's when we fell in love."
"Why did you neither of say something to us if you knew each other?" Stanley asks, his eyes bobbing between the both us.
"Well," I start, chewing on my lip. "It is really complicated."
"You know what?" Tonya says as she throws up her hands. "That's alright. I don't need to know all the details. You kids just keep doing whatever you do. If you want to be together, I think that is great. Why not? It's not like you grew up together."
A wave of relief tumbles over me. That is all I wanted to hear.
"What will you two do with the traveling issue?" Stanley asks. "I know that James is practically never home. How are you going to take care of that?"
"Samantha is coming with me. She does marketing. She will be a great asset to the team."
Our parent's nod.
"Well, it seems like you two have it figured out," Tonya says. We smile at one another.
"You know it took a while, but we finally got there. That is for sure," I say to James. He leans down and kisses me.
"You do make quite an attractive couple."
"Thanks, dad," Stanley says, rubbing my back.
The meal ends, and I feel as though I am cloud nine. I had no idea that our parents were going to be so accepting of our relationship. It honestly makes me feel a little silly for being so hesitant about everything. I had no real reason to worry, except that I was holding myself back. James knew. I should have just trusted him. I remember suddenly, from the night we met how he told me to trust him. I did then, and I suppose in a way he was right. We made it here, together. Even if it was a weird journey.
We return back to my apartment. I lay out on the couch. James stands in the kitchen drinking a tall glass of water. I watch as the liquid falls down into his mouth and throat.
"So, my darling," he starts walking over to me. "I have a couple of meeting in Bangkok next week. Are you willing to pack everything up and come with me?" His dark eyes stare into mine.
"That depends," I say. "Are you willing to make me cum right now?"
A wolfish, hungry grin appears on his face.
"Oh, baby, you know for a fact that is exactly what I want."
His body climbs onto mine, and we begin to kiss. My hips reach for his, and they press onto him. He starts to dry hump my body, making my head spin and fill with desire. My body opens so easily for him, and the wetness spills out of my pussy. He sits up, taking me with him. And then, he pulls that giant hard cock out into the open, and pulls me right on top of it. I open my mouth as a loud moan escapes from out of me. The sensation feels so amazing. He bounces me up and down, and I ride his cock like it's my pleasure toy. It pulls me in and makes my body shiver with ecstasy.
"Do you like that?" he asks me.
I nod, letting my groans respond.
"Well, that's a good girl then," he whispers. All at once he makes the motion of sex harder. Thrusting in and out of me almost completely sends my body to the next level. The climax centering between my legs starts to rumble and build. I hold my hips down, and instead of rising up and down, I tilt forward to back, sliding his shaft around me on the inside. He squeezes my ass and grunts, gritting his teeth together. His thumb lands on my clit, where it encircles very gently, massaging me. I let another cry and return to bouncing on him. Going slow is not enough anymore. I want to cum now. My hands reach for his shoulders, and they squeeze hard.
The orgasms rush through me, staring at my pussy and spreading like wild fire to every tip of my being.
"Oh, James! God," I yell. He pounds deeper inside of me, making my body soar and every contraction is so intense that I almost fall backward. James cums than right after me. I can feel his cock swell to its full size right before it fills me with his warm seed. I moan and gasp with him until his hips relax. I lift myself off him.
"So its looks like someone is going to be coming with then," he laughs.
"Yes, it sure does," I smile.
His hand reaches up and gently brushes my cheek.
"Hey," he says softly. "Have I ever told you that you are the most beautiful girl that I have seen." I blush and place the weight on my face in his hand.
"Well, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen. Seriously, when I first saw you at the wedding reception I almost lost my mind."
He leans in and kisses me. The warmth spread out of my stomach and through my body.
"To think, that after all these years, we would actually find one another."
"It is kind of strange," I laugh, standing up and stretching. "I was determined to hate you all my life." James laughs.
"Were you really? That seems a little harsh."
"Well, obviously I don't."
He smiles and stands up as well.
"I wish I could remember more from that night, but I was pretty drunk."
I smile.
"Who knows what happened, but all that matter is we are we now, in the present together."
***The End***
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