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It’s been milliseconds but I can’t look at them anymore. I can’t do… this, so I take off.
Just as I hit Main Street, it begins to rain.
EASTON
“The fuck?” I shout, moving away from her.
I see Jasmine begin to run, and I curse under my breath, climbing into my car and speeding away. The rain begins to pound down as I drive around town. The track is taped off in the middle of town. The cops were paid off by Ezra, so the streets are lifeless. Turing onto Main Street, I see her. She’s soaking wet. Her hair plastered to her face. Her little body trembling from her wet dress. The material stuck to her body.
Parking my car on the side of the street, I get out, chasing her down. I grab her arm, spinning her around and plastering her body to mine. “Let go of me.” She weakly attempts to push me off.
“No,” I scream over the rain.
“Just let me go. God, Easton, put us both out of our misery and let me go.” Her face is heartbreaking. I can’t tell if it’s her tears or the rain streaming down her face. Her eyes are sad, void of any spark, lips trembling into a pout.
“You don’t get to run from me anymore, Jasmine Renae Andrews.”
She pushes at my chest. “I saw you kissing her!” Her bottom lip quivers.
“Listen to me carefully. She kissed me, I didn’t kiss her. The only girl I ever want to kiss for the rest of my life is standing right in front of me.” I back her up against the streetlamp, my hands winding through her wet hair, and smash my lips against hers.
She opens up for me as I brush my tongue teasingly over hers. Her arms go around my waist, and my hands skate down to her thighs, gently picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I walk in the direction of my car, lips still fused together, until my knees hit metal. Laying her on the hood of my car, my body follows hers, gluing myself to her. I grind myself against her, unable to stop myself. “Fuck, I love you, Jasmine,” I say, trailing hot kisses down her throat as she holds tightly onto my back.
“I love you, Easton.” We're both soaking wet as I push myself off of her. Realizing this is the first time we’ve both confessed the truth that has always lied between us.
My hair drips water down my cheeks and I shake my head. “Don’t run from me anymore, baby. I’m done waiting,” I plead. “Stop leaving me. Let me love you.”
There is no foreplay involved, we have denied ourselves for so long we can barely get undressed fast enough. She grips my wet shirt, pulling me down to her. I kiss her, trailing my lips down her neck, my hand skating up her thighs, to her stomach, pushing her dress up to expose her breasts. I trace my tongue along the curve of her breast, pinching her pert nipple between my teeth. Licking fallen water drops from the soft, plump skin. Her body bucks against the hood of my car, beginning to slide due to the rain and lack of friction. I unbuckle my pants, freeing myself. Then I pull her panties until I hear the rip of fabric.
Thank fuck my girl loves dresses.
I know we’re both going to get a public indecency charge, but we don’t give a fuck as I sink myself deep inside her.
Finally getting my girl back.
CHAPTER 29
JASMINE
My life has been almost perfect lately. Easton and I have been taking things slow even though I know if it were up to him, we’d already be engaged and I would have moved into his penthouse by now.
The thing is, I still need my own space. I am still healing and finding myself. Easton can’t do that for me. This isn’t a romantic movie where as soon as I fall in love I’m cured. That is unreal.
Summer is almost over and I’m trying to soak up the last bit of freedom I have before I begin as a full-time art student. I finally get to live my dream. I’ve decided to be an artist who works on her own style and volunteer at Jessica’s foster home to teach the children to freely express themselves through art.
I couldn’t be more excited about my future, now I just have to climb those mountains and reach for them.
I pick up a broken vase Mr. Tuxedo knocked over, cursing the cat as I sweep the shattered pieces, when I hear a knock at the door. I frown, knowing Easton is close to being back, but he has a key to get in.
Slowly, I walk to the door, pulling it slightly open. A woman with vibrant red hair and electrical green eyes looking like a slightly older version of my mom greets me. “Hello?”
“Hello, Jasmine,” she purrs. “May I come in?”
I shake my head. “No, ma’am.”
She pouts. “But I’m your aunt, your mother’s sister. You don’t want to be rude.”
I close the door even more. “Yes, frankly, I do.” I go to shut it completely when she draws a gun out, pointing it at my head.
