Page 43 of Reunited Soulmates


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So, I sat still.

“He said he went back to the office to get some files he had forgotten. But there was this godawful stench in his car when I got in and then, on the way to the restaurant—” her voice broke and she began to shake. “On the way to the restaurant, I noticed my chair had been pushed back, so I tried to adjust it but I pulled out some cheap underwear instead!”

My heart broke for her, so I just continued to stare at the floor as she began to flood, her tumultuous emotions coming to the surface in a maelstrom that threatened to sweep her away.

I would be her anchor, I swore.I won’t let her drown.

“He told me they were mine. Ha!” she sneered. “I would never be caught dead in that thing. It was so cheap and tacky, and it didn’t even match my skin tone!”

I nearly laughed out loud at that. Even when we were in high school—and I had seen plenty of Amanda’s underwear then—she only wore great pieces, because she believed in being prepared all the time.

“You never know when you could get into an accident,” she told me then. “And when they cut off your clothes, imagine how embarrassing it would be if they found you wearing ugly underwear!”

I hadn’t bothered to point out that in the case of an emergency of that magnitude, the doctors and nurses probably wouldn’t give a damn what underwear she wore.

She snuggled close to me and my arm instinctively went around her. Like it was where it was meant to be, holding her close, and shielding her from the rest of the world.

We just sat there, me stroking her arm in a soothing manner as I let her ride out her grief and her anger at the betrayal of a man she trusted with her whole heart.

“It hurts so much,” she whispered. “I don’t want to be alone. I just want someone here with me.”

“I am here, Amanda.”

“I’m just so happy you’re here, Ollie,” she murmured, snuggling closer to my side. Her hand came up to somewhere close to my heart, causing my heart rate to spike so suddenly.

“What about your grandmother?” I asked her. The last thing I needed was for Grandma Margaret to walk in on me while her granddaughter draped herself over me.

Not to mention the tent that was beginning to form in my trousers.

“She’s probably still asleep,” she replied softly and chuckled. “She tends to forget her hearing aid and I have to remind her to keep it with her all the time.”

I laughed lightly at that. “Sounds just like Grandma Margaret.”

“I really missed you, you know,” she continued, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest.

My hand came up to clasp hers, because those slow, tantalizing patterns she was tracing over my heart were driving me crazy. I was so happy to hear that she missed me, too, but she was drunk and heartbroken. I settled for stroking her arm soothingly as I held her close.

But, oh! That little hand was just so persistent!

A finger—her little pinky—flicked dangerously close to a nipple and I bit back a groan as it ignited feelings, I had long thought dormant.

Leave it to Amanda to dismantle me with a slight flick of her finger!

I stroked her cheek, doing my damnedest to keep myself in check as her warm breath fanned over my chest intermittently. She looked up at me and then suddenly, she was sitting on my lap, gazing deep into my eyes. I nearly groaned at the feeling of her heat pressed so deliciously close to my arousal.

I drowned in those eyes. Greener than the hills of Ireland itself, they bored into my soul and stole my fucking breath.

Dear God, how could a woman be so beautiful?

She had been beautiful back then as a teenager, but the years had molded her into a woman any man would have been crazy to resist. I could hardly believe she was here, sitting on my lap, looking so damned delectable.

And when she kissed me, I lost all willpower to resist her.

Her lips were soft as they slid over mine, gently, tentatively. It was like high school all over again, when she would shyly kiss me, as if she wanted, but couldn’t ask for more.

And I always gave her what she wouldn’t ask me outright for.

I kissed her back, groaning as her tongue slid over the seam of my lips. I lost all control at that point and kissed her back as fiercely as I could, nipping gently at her bottom lip and soothing it with my tongue.

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