Page 123 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
I need you, Dad. What did I do? What did I just do to her? What did I do tous? Why did she let me have her? Her body is mine now. And that’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I want her heart. I want her soul. I want all of her. But she’s leaving, Dad. And I don’t even know how she truly feels about me. Is she feeling what I’m feeling? Do I have the right to even ask her? I’m so confused. I wish you were here.
I blow the last exhale through my nose and tap out my cigarette, going back to her bedroom.
“May I?” I ask, lifting the edge of the covers.
“Yes,” she says quietly.
When I get under the covers, she cuddles into the side of my body and looks up at me.
“Is this okay?”
It’s more than okay.I drape my arm around her, tucking her in closer. “Yes, it’s okay.”
She lays her head on my chest, resting her arm across my body. Stroking her hair, I kiss her forehead.Fuck. I want this. Every night.
“Why did you let me have you tonight? You kept telling me no. And I honored that, as painful as it was.” I chuckle. “But tonight…”
“I’ve, been afraid. I’m not one of your many women and I didn’t want you to look at me that way —”
“I don’t.” I cut her off, sounding harsher than intended, and tilt her head to look up at me. “Destiny,” I say, softening my tone then pause. “What we’ve had these last few months is something…” I pause again, trying to find the right words. “It’s something I never could’ve imagined for my life.” The right words don’t come. “I’d — closed off my heart. I thought that’s how I’d survive. But, you helped me forgive myself. You gave me closure.” I take a deep breath. “You, melted the walls around my heart.”
She lifts her head so we’re face to face. “That’s why I let you.” Leaning in, she kisses me, then rests her head back onto my chest.
“Il mio cuore é tuo, mia dolce ragazza,” I say, caressing her hair.
She tilts her face up toward mine. “What does that mean?”
“My heart is yours, my sweet girl.”
With Destiny resting on my chest, I feel at peace, content, happy. I have everything I could ever want.
The alarm chimes on my phone. We both laugh.
“What’s your name?”
“Destiny,” she says softly.
“Where are you?”
“Ponza Island.” She chuckles. “I think I’m good,” she says, smiling, then returns her head to my chest.
Destiny
I can’t believe that just happened. I’ve never felt so desired in my life. And I’ve never experienced such intense pleasure. I wasn’t even in my body. Every sensation was fierce, powerful.
His words gripped my heart. “My heart is yours.” What am I supposed to do with that? I leave in a couple days. I don’t want to fall for him.
I already have.
