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"Whichever works for you."
My lips curves into a quirky smile as I follow her advice, keeping my fingers rotated in the same direction. "What does this achieve, exactly?"
"Balance," she says, staring at me as she stirs hers. "If there's a slight imbalance, your drink won't come out tasting good."
I raise my brows, surprised. "Wow. I didn't know that."
She nods at my cup. "Try it."
I take a tentative sip and tilt my head back. "Hmm. Okay, I see it."
Kaylee grins happily. "Told you."
"Thanks for this. It tastes amazing.”
"Anytime."
We drink our cocoa in silence.
Then I ask, “Do you still miss a part of your old life? You know, being married and all.”
“Should I?”
I can't think of an appropriate response, so I say nothing and continue to hold her stare. It wavers only once, when her eyes flickers over my body before returning to my face. "Sadly, I guess that’s a load I’ve carried, so, no. I don’t,” she says quietly.
I nod, understanding the full effects of her words. “You don't have to tell me if you don't feel ready to."
She looks at me for a long time. "No. I don’t have to tell you because I don't plan to. I don't need to relive all the bad stuff. I just want the good stuff."
“And have you been getting the good stuff?”
She breaks eye contact and look away, a hint of smile at her lips. “It’s been hard… but I’m not relenting.”
“What’s the hardest part? What hurts the most?”
“Learning to move on."
"You haven't moved on?"
She places her mug on her table and looks down at her hands. “It’s not that easy. When Logan and I got married, I believed it was set in stone. You build your whole life around another person, and you think you’ll never be alone again, but then you are. Loneliness hurts. It burns in a way that feels worse than fire.”
“There’s always a choice, Kaylee. Now, what do you want to do to feel better?”
We stare at each other for a moment. I don’t know who makes the first move, but soon her lips are crushed against mine; she is kissing me with reckless passion. I run my fingers through her lush hair, the thick strands interweaving through my hands.
“I’ll make you forget, Kaylee,” I whisper against her lips.
She shudders as my fingers tease her neck. I lean over, burying my face into her shoulder and nuzzling the crook of her neck. She exhales, moaning softly as my tongue teases her. My other hand travels to her waist, sliding them up until I’m hugging her ribcage just beneath the full swell of her breasts. I cup them through her sundress, groping softly.
“You’re beautiful, Kaylee.” My thumbs circle her breast “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I push my hands beneath her dress, freeing the clasp of her bra. “Let me have you, Kaylee.”
She sucks in a deep breath as she reaches over to cop a feel of the bulge in my pants.
“This is what I want to feel better,” she says in a low, throaty voice.
I chuckle. “How do you want it?”
