CHAPTER TWENTY
COLT
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With every mile that passes, I feel increasingly agitated. I’m never going to see Riley again. We both felt it, like we’ve lost someone incredibly important.
It was the most incredible night of my life.
Giving her Jack’s bracelet, as I think of it, was spontaneous, and I don’t regret it. It’s almost like I need to know she has a part of me marking her, staking an invisible claim I don’t deserve.
Forcing her to remember me.
The memory of her crumpling face as I tore myself from her doorstep makes me feel almost nauseous.
Was coming to Australia a mistake?
Fuck that. I refuse to believe it was. I would never trade anything for last night.
God, she felt amazing wrapped in my arms, around my cock, and tucked against my side. Like the perfect little jigsaw puzzle piece.
Her smile is the brightest thing in the universe, and I have this unexplainable urge to do anything and everything to see it.
But Riley is content in her world, with her life, and has never given me a hint that she wants anything from me. That’s rare.
I can’t ask her to uproot her life.
It would be selfish and I’ve lived enough life to know it would fail.
“Thank you.” I glance at the coffee my flight attendant puts in front of me after saying no to breakfast.
Ignoring all of my phone messages and emails, knowing I can’t focus, I close my eyes and try to snooze.
It doesn’t work. All I see is Riley’s natural beauty, those red curls and blue eyes.
I want more time with her.
Perhaps I am selfish, but while I still have time before I become a married man, I want her. I want as much as I can have of her.
I’m not fucking done.