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“Davis?” Jemma shifted toward him.
He looked up at her and swallowed hard. “I’m not the fun, wild type anymore. I’m not going to give you some great adventure. I can’t.”
Jemma traced her finger along his jaw line. He let her for a moment and then pulled away. She leaned in closer. “I’m not looking for an adventure.”
Davis bit his lower lip and shook his head. “What are you looking for then?”
“Time. I just want time. That’s all.” She dropped her hands onto her lap. “With you.”
“You don’t even know how much I’ve wanted you here. All this time. And now . . .”
Jemma clasped her hands in her lap and looked down at the pastel paisley swirls on her dress. Her throat ached when she remembered those lonely days back when all she’d ever wanted was for him to say things like that.
He put his hand over hers, which she had resting against her thigh. “And now I don’t know what to say. To that. To what you want.”
She pulled her lower lip into her mouth, sucking on it a moment, before she continued. “I want to hold you and not feel like I’m falling apart. I want to be with you and not talk about forever or what we’re doing or not doing. Just you and none of the stuff that’s too hard to talk about.” Jemma put her arms around him and he sagged against her. She held him tighter and felt him shudder a little against her. “Davis?”
“You can’t avoid the stuff that’s hard to talk about. Even if you don’t talk about it.”
“We can try. We at least deserve a chance at a real goodbye. What we had—it deserves more than how it ended, even if what we had wasn’t much.”
He pulled back and cupped her chin with his hand. “It was always a lot to us.”
Jemma moved his hands to the sides of her face. “Please tell me I can have you this one last time.” She tried her hardest not to tremble although she felt a mixture of anxiety, desire, and pure adrenaline.
He pressed his face against her hands. “My brothers are coming here. And I don’t know how to feel about that.”
“You know the great thing about living in the moment? You don’t have to know how to feel about it. We can talk about it if you want. If you’re not ready, that’s fine, too. Right now, just let me hold you.”
He nodded against her shoulder. She ran her fingers through his raven black hair and let them rest at the base of his neck.
“My dad wrapped his car around a tree, driving drunk. Single car accident. At least he only killed himself. I think my brothers want to take the house from me.”
Jemma kissed his cheek and held him tighter.
“I took care of the evil old bastard until he died. You know what our relationship was like. Now they want to take the only thing he ever gave me worth anything.”
Jemma thought about what Davis had told her all those years before. How his brothers had left him there with their dad. First Cole had run away to college, then Ashby. Jemma rubbed her cheek against his.
“You could be right. Maybe we should just live in this moment.”
She pressed her face into his neck, not moving, not speaking. She concentrated on the rhythm of their breathing.
“You really do mean more than anything to me.” Davis murmured the words into her hair.
She pulled back from him. “Hey. You know what? I hope your shift is over soon. Because we’re going to be late if we don’t get out of here and get changed.” It was already close to four. They’d had a late lunch.
He smiled wryly and nodded. He reached over and kissed her cheek. That brief touch of his lips set her on fire the way no other kisses ever had. The way they always had. She remembered what she used to say about them: his kisses are like home .
She plastered a smile on her face and stood on shaky legs. He rose from his chair and stretched his arms over his head.
“Meet you at Emily Rose’s parents’ house? Seven-thirty?”
He rolled down the sleeves of his shirt, nodding. “I’ll be
“Davis?” Jemma shifted toward him.
He looked up at her and swallowed hard. “I’m not the fun, wild type anymore. I’m not going to give you some great adventure. I can’t.”
Jemma traced her finger along his jaw line. He let her for a moment and then pulled away. She leaned in closer. “I’m not looking for an adventure.”
Davis bit his lower lip and shook his head. “What are you looking for then?”
“Time. I just want time. That’s all.” She dropped her hands onto her lap. “With you.”
“You don’t even know how much I’ve wanted you here. All this time. And now . . .”
Jemma clasped her hands in her lap and looked down at the pastel paisley swirls on her dress. Her throat ached when she remembered those lonely days back when all she’d ever wanted was for him to say things like that.
He put his hand over hers, which she had resting against her thigh. “And now I don’t know what to say. To that. To what you want.”
She pulled her lower lip into her mouth, sucking on it a moment, before she continued. “I want to hold you and not feel like I’m falling apart. I want to be with you and not talk about forever or what we’re doing or not doing. Just you and none of the stuff that’s too hard to talk about.” Jemma put her arms around him and he sagged against her. She held him tighter and felt him shudder a little against her. “Davis?”
“You can’t avoid the stuff that’s hard to talk about. Even if you don’t talk about it.”
“We can try. We at least deserve a chance at a real goodbye. What we had—it deserves more than how it ended, even if what we had wasn’t much.”
He pulled back and cupped her chin with his hand. “It was always a lot to us.”
Jemma moved his hands to the sides of her face. “Please tell me I can have you this one last time.” She tried her hardest not to tremble although she felt a mixture of anxiety, desire, and pure adrenaline.
He pressed his face against her hands. “My brothers are coming here. And I don’t know how to feel about that.”
“You know the great thing about living in the moment? You don’t have to know how to feel about it. We can talk about it if you want. If you’re not ready, that’s fine, too. Right now, just let me hold you.”
He nodded against her shoulder. She ran her fingers through his raven black hair and let them rest at the base of his neck.
“My dad wrapped his car around a tree, driving drunk. Single car accident. At least he only killed himself. I think my brothers want to take the house from me.”
Jemma kissed his cheek and held him tighter.
“I took care of the evil old bastard until he died. You know what our relationship was like. Now they want to take the only thing he ever gave me worth anything.”
Jemma thought about what Davis had told her all those years before. How his brothers had left him there with their dad. First Cole had run away to college, then Ashby. Jemma rubbed her cheek against his.
“You could be right. Maybe we should just live in this moment.”
She pressed her face into his neck, not moving, not speaking. She concentrated on the rhythm of their breathing.
“You really do mean more than anything to me.” Davis murmured the words into her hair.
She pulled back from him. “Hey. You know what? I hope your shift is over soon. Because we’re going to be late if we don’t get out of here and get changed.” It was already close to four. They’d had a late lunch.
He smiled wryly and nodded. He reached over and kissed her cheek. That brief touch of his lips set her on fire the way no other kisses ever had. The way they always had. She remembered what she used to say about them: his kisses are like home .
She plastered a smile on her face and stood on shaky legs. He rose from his chair and stretched his arms over his head.
“Meet you at Emily Rose’s parents’ house? Seven-thirty?”
He rolled down the sleeves of his shirt, nodding. “I’ll be
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