Page 101 of Wrecked
I'm so focused on trying to stay calm and remember what I want to say that I almost end up plowing straight into someone when I turn a corner.
It turns out it wasn't just someone. Big, beautiful, dark eyes stare up at me, stunned for a few seconds. She looks just as breathtaking as ever, and suddenly the past month flitters away as if it never happened, even though there have been many changes during that time.
I offer her a timid smile. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she replies softly with a small shake of her head like she's trying to make sense of my being here. “Um, what are you doing here?”
“I came to see you.” She looks off to the side, her bottom lip getting trapped between her teeth like it does when she's unsure or feeling hesitant. I feel like she might just tell me to go. “Can we go somewhere private to talk? Please?” I beg her. I don't know when she finishes, but I don't want to wait.
She glances back at me and then surprises me by slowly bobbing her head once with a nod. “Okay. Come with me.” She turns around, and we walk a short distance before she directs me into an empty room. The bed is made, and everything looks sterile, prepared for the next patient to arrive. I hope no one ends up coming in here just yet.
“How are you?” I ask after a moment of silence.
She looks up at me, a series of emotions crossing her face before dropping her gaze to the ground. “I'm okay. Some days are easier than others.”
“That's good.” I can't imagine what it's been like for her over this past month. I wanted to see her every single day, but I knew it was best to cut myself off if I wanted to get her back. After taking a deep, fortifying breath, I decide not to beat around the bush and just tell her. “I wanted to let you know I've been going to meetings. AA meetings.” Her eyes swing up to me in surprise, and I nod. “For the past month.”
“That's . . . that's really good, Cam.” Her eyes soften, making her whole face turn tender, and the smallest of smiles touches her lips. God, I've missed her looking at me like that. “I'm proud of you.”
“It was time.” I take a few tentative steps, stopping when I'm in front of her. I just want to reach for her, touch her, hold her, kiss her, but I don't want to push it. I'm lucky that she's even talking to me right now. “I'm so sorry, Jaz. So fucking sorry for everything.”
Her eyes get a shine to them before she looks away, pressing her lips together. It kills me to see it.
I'm the cause of it.
Ihurt and upset her.
I betrayed her trust.
I was such an idiot.
But I fucking need her so much.
“Please tell me it's not too late.Please.”I lift my hands to her cheeks, gently forcing her to look back at me so that she can see into my eyes and know that I'm serious.“I love you.”
Her breath catches slightly, and a quiet sob escapes. Those tears she tried to keep in spill over her bottom lids. She sucks air into her lungs, trying to contain her emotions, but I can still see them clearly. I silently beg her to say something, anything, while my heart pounds furiously in my chest.
It feels like forever, but she finally lifts her hands to rest on my chest. I don't know what it means, and I don't care. I pull her into my arms, burying my face in her hair and sucking in her scent.
Fresh perfection.
“I love you so much,” I whisper again close to her ear, my voice cracking. “You're everything to me, and I'm such an asshole for hurting you. Please, Jaz. I need to hear you say it's not too late.”
She pulls back a few inches to look at me, twin tear tracks running down her cheeks. Her gaze trails over my face, and I wonder what she sees now compared to before.
Dropping her eyes to the hands she still has pressed against my chest, she then sweeps her tongue out to wet her bottom lip. “It's not,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, before flicking her eyes back to mine. “I still love you, too.”
I can't hold back anymore. I take her mouth, delving in deep like I've been starved for too long, wrapping my arms around her back to keep her in place. I don't want to let her go, not even for a second. My mind is as clear as a cloudless sky, and my path straight as a pin.
I press her up against the wall, continuing to kiss her with everything I have, tasting her tears and feeling her love. She lets out a whimper, gripping my shirt in her fists. She's not pushing me away. Instead, she's keeping me close like I want.
My body fills with heat, a desperate need building within me, needing to be closer.
Grinding into her, I slide my lips to her jaw, kissing her soft skin, sliding my tongue out to taste her. I continue moving down her neck, pressing into the delicate skin around her pulse. It flutters rapidly under my lips as I hold them there, soaking in the feeling that I'm affecting her like she is me.
“I've missed you,” she breathes out, bringing her fingers up to grip the back of my head and tug on my hair.
The sensation it produces shoots straight to my groin. “I need to feel you,” I tell her.
