Page 64 of The Way We Touch

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Page 64 of The Way We Touch

Her eyes roll, and she tries to look away. “No?”

“You are.” I cup her face in my hands, sliding my thumbs over the tops of her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“It’s not that. I want you to be honest with me about who you are. Honesty doesn’t hurt me.” She looks at the sky, doing her best to quell the tears.

“What is it, then?” I feel like an asshole.

How could I be so forceful with her on our first date, when we’re just getting close? Now I really want to kick my ass.

“I’m crying because you’re leaving. There’s no point to this. I knew it from the start, but I did it anyway.”

Energy rises in my chest at her words. She did it anyway? “What did you do?” Her head is turned, so I gently catch her chin, guiding her gaze to mine. “Tell me.”

She blinks up at me, and I’m on edge, needing to hear her say it. “These past few days have been a dream, but I told myself not to get attached. When it’s over, you’ll go back to New York and forget all about me.”

I almost laugh. “Forget? Do you honestly think I could forget you? You’re the first woman who’s ever made me struggle with who I am and what I want to do with my life.”

It’s too soon to tell her she’s the first woman who’s made me think about things like having a wife and kids. She’s the first woman who’s made me feel like I deserve those things or that I might even be capable of having them and not fuck it all up like my dad did.

I think with Dylan by my side, I’d be able to do anything, and even more, I’d want to do everything.

“When I close my eyes, I see your face. No matter where I am, something reminds me of you.” My hands are on her shoulders. “Don’t you see?”

Her pretty lips pout, and a fresh stream of tears lines her cheeks. “What are you saying to me?”

“I want you to be my girl, Dylan. I want you on the sidelines cheering for me. I want you at home watching me when you can’t be at the games. I know I’m asking for something you said you’d never to do, and it kills me that you’ll say?—”

“Okay!” She cuts me off, and for a moment, I can’t speak.

We’re sitting in the sand holding each other with the noise of the surf crashing before us, and my chest breaks open.

“You will?”

She nods slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, as if she’s making a promise. I know this girl will keep it, too, because this girl is not like anyone I’ve ever known.

So I make my own solemn promise. “I’m going to win that trophy, and I’m going to retire. Then I’m coming back here for you.”

A smile lifts her cheeks, and her eyes are glassy. “I’ve never had a long-distance relationship before.”

“Me neither, but I want it with you. So that’s what we’re doing.”

Her chin drops, and she exhales a laugh. “Oh, we are?”

“Yes, now kiss me.”

Reaching for her, I slide my hands under her soft ass and pull her closer. Her hands move between us, and she grasps the zipper at the hem of her dress, sliding it higher, until I see she’s not wearing underwear. Desire surges straight to my dick.

“Dylan,” I groan, and my hand tightens on her ass, lifting her even closer.

She’s off the sand, sitting on the tops of my thighs, and she takes my hand, moving it between her legs to her bare pussy. “I’ve been thinking about you touching me here all night.”

Fuck me, this girl.

“You’re so wet.” I slide my fingers up and down, and her eyes close as she moans.

I quickly strip off the linen blazer I’m wearing and place it on the sand before rolling her onto her back. She’s so beautiful. Her knees are bent, and she’s looking up at me as I loosen my belt and jeans, easing the pressure on my straining cock.

She grasps the top of the second zipper and slowly lowers it to allow her bare breasts to spill out, and with a groan, I drop to my forearms, dragging my face over her beautiful body.




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