“I thought… I don’t know… It just didn’t feel like we were going to end like that.”
“I know, but we had so much against us back then. You know that as much as I do.”
“If that’s the case, then why did you pursue me? Why would you make me fall in love with you?”
I shook my head. “I have no excuse for myself. The only thing I have for you is my profound regret of what could have been if I had come back to you.”
“Why did you leave me in the first place?”
“Trust me, I didn’t want to.”
“Then why did you?”
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means exactly what I’m saying. I left to protect you.”
“From what?”
Looking deep into her eyes, I declared…
“From the shitty decisions I made before I met you.”
Chapter 18
—Tristian—
Despite our afternoon ending on an unpleasant note, the rest of the day progressed nicely. After I promised I’d tell her the truth when I was ready, she let it go. Which was enough to silence her insecurities for a little while. Since I wanted to continue our date, I reserved us a table out on the beach with music for a late dinner and drinks.
We laughed.
We drank.
She danced, and I watched with a drink in my hand.
“Come on, dance with me!”
I grabbed her arm and tugged her to my face. “Not when you’re dancing for me.”
She smiled, beaming.
With a sway of her hips, she snapped her fingers and slowly rocked her body in a circle until her ass was in my face. She got down low, and I took a swig of whiskey to resist the urge to bite her luscious ass.
The crazy part about Belle was that she truly had no concept of how much she governed a room. All eyes were on her. Men and women. There was this energy that radiated off her. This confidence and sex appeal you didn’t learn. It was something you were born with. She didn’t have to try. It was just there.
It came so natural to her. Luring you in with a look…
A smile.
A slight movement in her body.
She was captivating. Exuding sexuality. A magnetic pull that forced you in without even realizing it. In that moment, as much as I tried to ignore the thoughts hovering, I couldn’t. I watched how she danced, how her tits bounced, her ass shook, and how her hands worked their way up her body.
She was addicting.
Controlling my thoughts, my actions, my decisions.