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Wanting more.

Needing more.

“Fuck.” He pulls out. “So fucking good.” He slams back in.

He keeps up the pace until once again we are both chasing the high. With a final thrust of his hips he plunges inside me and I welcome the bliss, falling over into an endless abyss of pleasure. Every muscle clenches around him until his body has no choice but to follow me.

Together, we lay panting on the bed. My blond hair fans over his chest as our breathing regulates.

The light seeps in through the windows, reminding me that it’s still daytime and we will be returning to reality tomorrow.

“Anything else planned for the day? Or can I keep taking advantage of you?” I say into his chest as I alternate between speaking and kissing him.

“As much as I would love to do this all day, I do want to take you to the lighthouse. Then we can have dinner.”

“Fine.” I groan, kissing further down his torso. Just as I begin to run my tongue down the carved V of his pelvis, he pulls me up. Bracketing his arms around me, he moves his mouth to mine.

“Later. Come on, let’s get dressed,” he says and I give him a playful smirk. “Nope, none of that. You’re showering alone or we’ll never leave. Actually, forget the shower. I like the idea of you . . . dirty.” He grins.

Burnt orange streaks the sky as the sun starts to set for the day. It casts a soft shimmer across the translucent blue of the water. With each pass of the wind, hints of pink burst through the clouds. It’s one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen, and witnessing it with Preston makes it even more meaningful.

Preston’s gaze drifts to the horizon and his hand lightly squeezes mine. I wonder if he feels what I’m feeling. The wind teases my hair, making it flutter across my face as we climb closer to the lighthouse.

Preston ventures closer and closer, the path giving way to nature. When my foot slips, he turns around and reaches for my hand to help me. As our hands meet he smiles down at me. It’s earth-shattering.

God, he’s beautiful. But I can’t think these thoughts.

If only we were two different people. If only this was allowed. Instead, it will fade into a memory of a once perfect time. It will become a chapter in a closed book.

“You coming?” He laughs and I realize I was caught gawking at him.

“Um, yeah. Can we go inside?”

“No, unfortunately it’s not open to the public.”

I feel as if I’m living in a fairy tale as we take a seat at a small picnic table and watch the last bits of sunlight dance against the sky. A shiver runs down my body as the wind picks up. Preston pulls me into him, and runs his hands up and down my back to warm me.

We don’t speak for the remainder of the time we sit there. I know I can’t voice any words to reflect the emotions choking me. As beautiful as this moment is, as perfect as our time together has been, it’s bittersweet.

When we arrive back at the cottage, I see that Preston has had a candlelight dinner prepared. Tiny teas lights flicker against the walls, and a bottle of champagne is waiting. Letting go of my hand, he walks over and pops open the bottle, then pours it into two waiting flutes. He employs careful precision to not spill, then hands me a glass.

“To the most perfect weekend in my life,” he says and tears pool in my eyes. “Don’t cry.” My chin trembles and I force my lips to part in a smile.

“I’m not.” He brushes his finger across my cheek and wipes away the moisture.

“Would it be better for us to talk about it?” His eyes narrow with concern and I shake my head adamantly.

“No.” I tilt my head into his hand and stare up into his cerulean eyes. The ones that have hypnotized me in the past, and I open my heart and allow them to put me under their trance once again. In that moment, I let myself fade into the fairy tale story you read with a happily ever after.

I wasn’t the patient and he wasn’t the doctor. We were merely two people falling in love.

“Please, let’s just enjoy this time together.” He sets his glass on the table and lifts mine from my hands. He wraps his arms around me. I inhale his scent, and immerse myself in the comfort he brings me. With one whisper of a single kiss against my forehead, he pulls back and leads me to the table, and although I want to cry, I vow to enjoy every moment of this last night together.

After dinner, he draws me toward him. Our mouths collide. We tell each other everything we can share with each sweep of our tongue.

This kiss makes me believe my lie. His lips tell a tale of their own, and as our bodies join, I let myself go. I let myself become immersed in the imaginary pages of what we could have been.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

EVE

BITTERSWEET. That’s what this is. As we both pack our belongings, sadness hovers in the air. It lingers and bathes us. It’s all-encompassing and tangible. Choking us as the seconds pass.

My own heart breaks a million times before we even leave the room. As I step outside, I turn back one final time to memorize each second we spent here together.

If I could push reset, I would, but I can’t. So I hold my head high and walk with Preston to our car.

The drive is silent. Neither of us dare speak. I watch out the window as the city comes into view. I want to ask if there’s a chance for us. Not now, but maybe in the future. He cares for me. I know it. It’s in every gesture. Every look. Every touch. But love me, or even care about me enough to risk his future? Well, that’s a question I don’t know the answer to. A question I’m not willing to risk. No, I won’t ask. I’ll bite my lip and not beg him to give me a chance.

“Eve,” he says, his head turning slightly to see my eyes. “I bought you something.” He reaches for the bag on the back seat and hands it to me.

“Should I open it now?”

“No,” he says, but nothing more. He doesn’t need to. The implication is there, laced behind the pain etched in his voice. It’s a parting gift. There is no future here. These will be the last minutes spent in the bubble we created.

I will leave it as it was meant to be.

A stolen moment.

One chapter of a book.

My whole body hurts from the weight of emotion hanging above us. The tension is so high I might suffocate.

Through the windshield, I see my apartment building. It looms in the distance, but as the seconds pass, the space separating the car from my home disintegrates until we are back where we started two days ago, his Range Rover parked in front of my building.

Two days.

A lifetime.

Everything between us has changed, yet it all stays the same.

This is it. This is the end. I want to beg and plead. Tell him to never leave me. Tell him to risk it all for me.

Tell him I’m falling in love with him. That he is everything I’ve ever hoped and dreamed about. Instead, as a lone tear drips down my face . . .

I say good-bye. I want to crumble to my feet, but instead, I square my shoulders and hold my head high. Plenty of time later to fall apart. I will not let him see how badly I hurt. I know he’s hurting, too, but unfortunately, the timing isn’t right for us.

LATER THAT NIGHT, I lie in bed with his box in my hand. I need to open it, but do I dare? Once I do, it’s official. Mustering all the strength left in my body, I tear away at the paper. There is a note inside the box.

Eve, I want you to have this. It will catch your nightmares and help you to the other side.

Preston

It’s a tiny gold dream catcher necklace, and with all that I have left, I fall to pieces on my bed. Sometime later, I hear a knock on my door, but I don’t answer.

“Eve?” Silence. “Sweetie?” Sydney pops her head in through the crack of the door. I don’t bother to answer or even move from where I’m submerged under the heavy blanket. “Are you okay?” When I still don’t answer, the door creaks and her feet pad against the floor. The bed dips as she sits at the foot. “You’re worrying me. Yo

u’ve been in here since you came back from your trip. Do you want to talk about it?”

I lift the blanket and look into her deep brown eyes. “Not much to tell,” I say under my breath and I hope she takes the hint . . . I don’t want to tell.

Sometimes the most amazing moments are the ones we can’t talk about.

That’s how it felt every time Preston was near.

His proximity alone lit me on fire, and I won’t tell her that. I want to keep the memory to myself. I don’t want to share it with anyone.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what happened.”

“Nothing happened, Syd. It was amazing. It was perfect. It was the best two days of my life. But that’s all it was. That’s all it will ever be—two days. Two fucking days is all I get.” Anger and sadness bleed from my words. “Want to know how I am? I’m a mess.”

“You’re not a mess.”

“I promise you, I am.” Her eyes meet mine and the air is tense. I plaster on a fake smile and gleam up at her.

“This isn’t like you. Sure, you’ve had a tough go the last couple of months, but normally you’re the strongest person I know. Even after Richard, you managed to land one of the largest accounts the firm has ever seen. That’s not a small feat. If you can do that, you can get through a little breakup.”

“It’s not even a breakup.” I pout.

“It is.”

“How can we call it a breakup when he was never mine to break up from?”

“A break then. After the shit you’ve been through, you’ll get through this break.

“I know you’re right. I just wonder how much a person can take. Like my mom. What was the final straw for her?”

“Have you ever thought to ask her?” I narrow my eyes at Sydney.

“Every day. Every time I’m there I try to ask her questions but she’s too sick to answer anything. To be honest, I don’t even think she realizes her behavior isn’t normal.”

“Maybe she needs a therapist. Know anyone?” she jokes and I shoot her the look of death. “Too soon?”