Chapter Fifteen
Bonnie
We decided to walk back to our place. It wasn’t that far, and it was quiet outside. Since it was Christmas eve, everyone was inside with their families. The ground was covered with a fresh layer of snow as crisp flurries surrounded us.
A thought occurred to me. “I’m surprised you aren’t currently on a flight right now,” I said to him, breaking the comfortable silence that we had found ourselves in.
Both of us had just been content to be in each other’s presence.
It was like my soul had been mourning for him, aching for his return, and now, it was starting to heal.
“Oh, yeah. I got fired.”
“What?” I stopped walking to look at him. “What do you mean, you got fired? Are you okay?” The snow started to pick up around us, and he retook my hand, which had fallen from his when I suddenly stopped.
“I’m great, if we are being honest, and it’s because I punched Justin in the face.
Oh, and as my final parting gift, I did file a complaint against Tiffany for what she texted you, and how she tried to lie to break us up.
Will anything come of it? Probably not, because of Justin, but it was the least I could do. ”
“I don’t exactly get why you had to punch Justin in the face.”
“Because I would have been forced to work out a notice—and possibly a long one, possibly one that took me to places for long periods of time, and get the flights no one wants. It would have taken me away from you. It would have put me around the people who hurt you, and I wasn’t willing to take that risk.
I know I messed up, and I was a coward. I made a choice to ignore them because it didn’t matter.
They stopped mattering the moment I met you.
” He shrugged as if he knew it was an asshole thing to say, but wasn’t going to rectify how he felt because it just was.
“I didn’t tell you about Tiffany because I barely saw her before you, and I never looked twice after you.
It doesn’t make it right. Just know I’d do anything for you—anything. And I’m so sorry.”
I stared at him, taking in everything he said. My mouth was parted in shock and awe, yet I was half pissed that he was such a dumb man. Even if he was my dumb man.
“You’re really an idiot.”
“I know.”
“Let’s go home.”
We continued our walk home. I frowned at the lights that weren’t lit, a pang in my chest rocking me back a bit as I wondered if the tree was still there. And I knew my question was written all over my face because Elijah pulled me to him.
“It’s still there. I couldn’t…I couldn’t come home without you, but do you trust me?”
I looked up at him and saw only sincerity reflected back at me in his eyes. I nodded. I do trust you.
“Okay, then. Let’s do this together.”
As we walked into the house, the tension was thick and palpable with unspoken words and what awaited just inside. I stood there, heart racing as Elijah stepped closer, his eyes dark with something I had longed for: regret, desire, and determination.
“I’m sorry, Bonnie,” he said, his low voice carrying a weight to it.
“Come with me.” He led me toward the tree I had decorated, and my body recoiled at the sight of it.
He stalked over to it and started plucking all the ornaments off the tree, ripping them to shreds and handing me some to do the same.
I couldn’t help the relief that flooded through me, doing that with him.
“You aren’t boring. You’re everything. I crave dinners at home with you.
I dream about cuddling on the sofa. I spend all day thinking about coming home to you so I can hear about your day.
I itch to run my hands through your hair.
I’ve looked into getting a perfume made with your scent so I can carry it around with me.
And I should have said that to everyone instead.
That you’re everything. I thought that as long as you and I knew it, who cared, but it was just easier for me. And by doing that, I hurt you.”
Each word was cementing my decision to work through it, to move on and forward. I felt the measly walls I had started to build around myself crumble, and I saw all the truths I needed in his eyes. Raw and honest.
Before I could respond, he was on me, his lips crashing against mine with furious intent that lit a spark to the fire deep within me.
I melted into him and his embrace. The heat of his body pulsed through our clothes.
My hands found their way to his hair, and I pulled him closer as I kissed him back, desperate to feel every part of him.
“Elijah,” I breathed as he broke the kiss and began trailing his lips down my jawline, across my neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
“Let me show you,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and welcoming against mine. “Let me show you.”
His lips moved lower, brushing against my collarbone, and I felt a rush of emotions swirling within me—fear, vulnerability, and most of all, desire. Desire to believe him, to let him in, to let go of the hurt.
“Take me upstairs, Elijah. Take me to our bed.”
He scooped me up, peppering me with kisses on our way to the bedroom.
With each kiss, he spoke, his words a soft whisper over my skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Bonnie. You’re passionate.
You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” We finally made it upstairs, and he placed me gently on the bed as he moved over me, pulling my shirt down.
He kissed the swell of my breasts before removing my shirt completely, then down my stomach, each kiss igniting sparks all over my body.
I gasped as he paused, looking up at me, those deep eyes pausing to search mine to see if there was any hint of hesitation.
“Yes,” I agreed, feeling bold. “Show me.”
With a grin, he continued his descent, kissing every inch of my skin as if it were a sacred map he needed to study.
He hooked his thumbs and pulled my leggings and panties off in one swoop.
He lavished attention on my thighs—a slow, deliberate exploration that left me a mumbling, begging, breathless mess.
“I’m here,” he said softly, his lips brushing against my inner thigh. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The heat pooling in my core was undeniable, every nerve ending buzzing with need. I felt beautiful, desired, cherished. I threaded my fingers through his hair, urging him closer, my body arching toward him as he continued to kiss away my doubts.
“Tell me you mean it,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
“I mean it, Bonnie. You are my everything,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion as he returned his lips to mine, capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss that left me dizzy.
In that moment, all the hurt faded, and I lost myself in him, in the taste of his lips and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
I knew that forgiveness wasn’t just about words; it was about actions, and he had done what he could to prove to me it wasn’t what I’d thought.
I believed him. Forgiveness was about the way he made me feel, the way he kissed me as if I were the only person in the world.
As our lips finally broke apart, my chest thrummed with anticipation as he restarted his exploration of my body, pausing to pay homage to each soft curve, kissing and nibbling his way down.
“Elijah please,” I pleaded. Desire was pooling between my thighs.
He responded to my urgency, finally fully sliding down on the bed until he settled between my legs.
“Let me taste you.” His breath was hot against my skin, and with that, he dove in, his tongue gliding over me, sending waves of heat rocking through me.
I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as I bucked against him, lost in the feelings he was giving me.
He responded with urgency, his mouth devouring me, coaxing me dangerously close to the edge.
My body trembled with sensations building high and higher until I could barely think.
“I’m so close,” I moaned, and with a few final flicks of his tongue, he sent me spiraling over the edge.
He crawled back up my body. His eyes were such a pretty liquid honey color. “You’re incredible,” he said before he captured my lips with his once more. I could taste myself on him, and I groaned loudly into his mouth.
“I need you,” he said, and I nodded eagerly at him.
His hands removed his clothes at a painfully slow pace.
Starting with his shirt, he pulled it over his head, never once breaking eye contact with me.
I licked my lips and I realized that I needed him in my mouth.
It had been too long. I rose to my knees, so I was eye level with his zipper, and my mouth started to water as I impatiently shoved his briefs down and took him in my mouth, gagging.
“Shit, Bonnie, fuck.” I felt his groan in the back of my throat as his cock twitched, and I felt a bead of precum hit my tongue.
I hummed in appreciation and hollowed my cheeks as I started to take him in and out.
I sighed in happiness as he weaved his hands through my hair and started fucking my face with long, deep strokes.
His mindless words had me rubbing my thighs together, needing friction.
Suddenly, he pulled back on my hair. “I’m coming in you, Bonnie.
” I nodded eagerly at him. Yes yes yes. I laid back on the bed and spread my thighs wide as I reached for his cock, and he swatted my hand away.
“No, Bonnie Baby. I’m trying so hard not to come, just looking at you.
No more touching, or this will be over way too soon. ”
I bit my lip at his confession, secretly loving the effect I had on him.
I knew he was telling the truth because he was leaking pre-cum everywhere, and his tip was so ready it looked angry.
He slowly placed the head of his cock between my pussy lips and slid back and forth a few times, using my orgasm and my spit as lubricant.
It sent a tremor through me, and Elijah hissed.
“Fuck, Bonnie, you’re going to make me come, and I’m not even inside you yet.”
I whimpered at his confession.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my heart pounding as he slowly entered me, stretching me, filling me completely.
The sensation was overwhelming, and my body instinctively responded, clenching around him as he paused to let me adjust. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, his forehead resting against mine, both of us lost in the feel of each other.
As he began to move, each thrust began feeling like a promise. He filled me completely, pulling all the way out and slowly gliding in, over and over. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper, matching his rhythm.
“Bonnie,” he gasped, his voice strained. “You’re everything to me. I’ll show you. I’ll make you feel how much I love you.”
With every thrust, he kissed me softly, without reservation, as if he were trying to convey all the words he hadn’t said before. I lost myself to it, and to him. In the way he moved, in the way he made me feel.
As our bodies moved together, the pleasure built once more, a rush that pulled me higher until I felt myself teetering on the edge again. “Elijah, I’m so close,” I gasped, feeling the familiar tension coil within me.
“Me too,” he grunted, his movements becoming more frantic, more uncontrolled.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” with a final thrust, the world exploded around us as we reached the finish line together. Our cries mingled in the air. I clung to him, feeling every vein in his cock as he pulsed and emptied into me.
We both collapsed on each other, panting and spent, and I knew that I had made the right decision. Forgiveness wasn’t just a word; it was the love we shared, the passion that bound us, and the knowledge that we could overcome anything together.