“What?” I tried to sound tough, but it was really hard to sound like a badass when you sported a giant smile you couldn’t control.

“Go get the damn girl already,” my dad encouraged, and he didn’t need to tell me twice.

I bolted out the front door and jogged over to Julia’s place, uninvited. I figured I’d beg for forgiveness from between her thighs if I had to, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t be too pissed at me for showing up, unannounced.

Knocking on her door when all I wanted to do was kick it down and have my way with her took more restraint than I possessed in that moment. I stood there, my arms pinned on either side of the wood frame as I waited impatiently for it to open.

The second it did and I saw her surprised face, I reached for her like she was the only air I needed and crashed my lips against hers, throwing the door open in my wake and moving us both deeper inside. She opened easily, her tongue finding mine without hesitation, as our mutual lust filled the space between us. I reached for her ass, squeezing it, and she hopped up. When her legs wrapped around my waist, I almost died on the spot.

“God, this is so much better than fake hating you,” she breathed out, her lips still pressed against mine as her eyes fluttered between open and closed.

I lowered her feet to the floor and held on to the back of her neck to keep her close. The last thing I wanted was her getting away from me before I was ready.

I continued to lick her lips, teasing her with my tongue before diving back inside her hot mouth. We moved in unison, our kisses as easy and natural as the sun rising and setting each day. It was like we’d been doing it our whole lives. I knew it was because she had been made for me, her lips the exact replica of what mine craved.

“We’ve wasted so much time being apart when we should have always been together.”

She slightly pulled away, my hand dropping from her neck to let her, as her hazel eyes softened with my admission. “You really believe that about us?”

She moved backward to her couch and sat on the edge as my body instinctively followed hers. I stood between her open legs, her thighs pressing against my legs, holding me in place.

“What? That you never stood a chance with someone who wasn’t me? Hell yes. It’s the truth,” I answered, steadfast in my feelings. I meant it. I believed it. And nothing would have ever changed my mind about it.