“Fuck,” I whisper in her ear as pleas and whimpers leave her lips letting me know her climax is looming. “This has been what’s been missing. You were the missing piece.”

“JP.”

I stop thrusting, I just hold myself inside of her, my dick pulsing with the need for its orgasm as I stare into her brown eyes. I study her face, her cheeks, her nose, the way her lips form such a perfect pink pout. Her tongue peeks out as she stares up at me with that look that made me believe she was sharing my exact thoughts. “I love you, Whitney.”

Three Years Ago:

The alarm blares through my room and I sit up wishing like hell I hadn’t decided to go into work at four a.m. today after coming off a twenty-hour shift. I was still exhausted and I spent half the night dreaming of teary brown eyes begging me not to leave her. I’d been in Mexico for less than a week and I was already feeling the absence of Whitney with every move I made. My neck and back ached from the constant tension in my bones, I’ve had an ongoing headache probably brought on by stress and my heart ached every time I thought about her. So did my dick for that matter. I thought about her in the mornings, the afternoons, the evenings, every free second I had when I’d normally reach to text her. To be fair, she had been in contact several times but I hadn’t answered. It was killing me not to respond, but I needed to be strong for her. For me. I left and I needed her to try to move on.

Part of me wanted to call her. Text her. Fly home and show up at her doorstep on my knees and beg for her forgiveness. I was in love with her but I didn’t know how we could move forward. Her parents wouldn’t understand. Hell, I barely understood. A relationship that blossomed out of eighteen years of pure innocence?

I look at the text she’d sent just a few hours ago, making me believe she might be drunk again. I wince thinking about the fact that she’s soaking her liver in vodka and whatever else as an escape from the pain she’s in that I caused.

Whitney: I miss you so much. Please promise me you’ll come back to me one day. Whenever you do, I’ll be ready. I will always love you.

Chapter Nineteen

Five Years Ago

I roll over on my stomach and let out a groan trying to shield my eyes from the light pouring in through my curtains. I was pretty hungover but the pounding behind my eyes was no match for the humming between my legs. I sit up in bed, my mouth falling open as all the memories come flooding back about JP.

Holy shit.