She chuckles and rolls her eyes and then she’s climbing out of her seat and into my lap. My eyes widen as she straddles me and I’m shocked that she’s being this aggressive. She’s sitting directly on my cock and when she squirms a little to get comfortable, my dick jerks in my jeans. She whimpers at the feeling because it’s resting right against only her panty clad covered pussy. She slides her hands up onto my shoulders. “Are you mad? At me? For… not abstaining while we’ve been apart?” The way she phrases this makes me feel like she doesn’t want to be apart moving forward and I feel my heart begin to accelerate at the idea of getting her back for good.

I put those thoughts aside, remembering she asked me a question. It stung like hell, but I shake my head and truthfully, I wasn’t. To be fair, a part of my abstinence was that I had no time. “I went out with a few women. We flirted. We kissed. And maybe I would have done more with a woman that I felt attracted to but I just hadn’t met anyone that… made me feel that spark I had with you.”

Her face falls. “Jacob, I knew I’d never find that spark again. Parker and I… we’re different.”

I snort, interrupting her. “Yeah, no shit. He fucking sucks, Whitney.”

She puts a hand up. “Not now, JP.” She furrows her brows and purses her lips before continuing. “I settled, because he was nice and treated me well—”

“Treated you well? He cheated on you, baby.”

She narrows her eyes into slits like she does when she’s irritated with me. “Okay, can I talk?”

I glare at her for her sassy response and she rolls her eyes back at me but I can see the smirk pulling at her lips. “I knew I would never feel about anyone the way I felt about you. I convinced myself it was because you were JP so of course I couldn’t recreate that magic with anyone because… you’re you. So, I told myself that I could love Parker in a different way. A way that wasn’t so intense. I could love him in a way that didn’t consume me and make me crazy and feel alive and also like I’m dying. In a way that didn’t set my soul on fire. It didn’t strike me as odd that our intimacy was lacking because I only had one man to compare it to and of course nothing would ever be able to compare to what we had.”