Authors: S. L. Scott
Copyright © S.L. Scott, 2013
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Published in the United States of America
Cover design by Sarah Hansen at OkayCreations.com
Cover image by JHorrocks
Interior Design by Angela McLaurin, Fictional Formats
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.” ~ Alfred Tennyson
Mallory is staring at me, but her face is expressionless.
“Hi there.” I wait for any reaction
other than shock
—happy, mad, maybe even confusion.
, I don’t want her to be mad or confused.
While I wait for what feels like minutes, I notice how much she’s changed in the last month. Somehow, she’s managed to become more beautiful than I remember and video chat definitely doesn’t do her justice.
She has no make-up on and her hair isn’t styled, but the best part is, she’s practically naked with her robe exposing the top of her pale pink bra and it makes me curious if her panties match. My ring is on her finger—exactly where it should be, but this weird feeling builds in my chest and I start to wonder why she’s coming to the door undressed like this if she didn’t know it was me.
Easily distracted, her breasts are rounded at the top of her bra, which makes me want to fucking attack her. I hold back though. A—because I’m holding flowers that are heavy as hell and B—because her roommate is standing to the side of us, forming an obtuse triangle of awkwardness since Mallory hasn’t said anything other than ‘Evan.’
I look at Sarah, who helped me set up this surprise after Sunny gave me her number. Mallory looks at Sarah, and Sarah says, “I’m going to head over to Josh’s place and stay over there this weekend. We’re going to that party if you guys want to join us.” We both look quickly back at each other, knowing we’re not going to any party. We glance back to Sarah, who puts her hands up, and laughs. “Guess not. Okay, sooo…” she walks over to Mallory and hugs her. “Happy birthday.”
After setting the large vase of flowers down on their dining table, I get Sarah’s attention before she rushes out the door, “Hey, thanks for helping me surprise her.”
She giggles. “No problem and it was nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you, and Mal’s shown me pictures from summer. Hawaii is beautiful.” She grabs a bag near the door. “She’s a great girl. Take care of her.” As she walks out, she sings, “Have fun, you two.”
Mallory hasn’t moved from her spot or said anything. But when she does, my heart starts racing. “What are you doing here?” As if she doesn’t trust her own eyes, she blinks hard. When she opens them again, I’m smiling because she’s just so damn cute. “You’re here,” she says.
“For your birthday. I came to make your birthday wish come true. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You. I only wished for you.” Her expression changes, the reality of me being here, standing in front of her, sinking in. Tears fill her eyes then one slips down her cheek.
Not able to stand the distance any longer, I move to her, taking her in my arms and hold her tightly to me. “That’s why I’m here. How could I not grant your
“I can’t believe you’re here.” Her voice shakes in obvious resistance to crying. I feel her body tremble against mine as she hugs me, embracing me fully. “You did this for me?”
Stroking the back of her head, I wind my fingers into her hair, and try to calm her, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t upset me. It’s just… you’re here…” She presses her cheek against my chest, fists my tee, and says, “…you’re the best birthday present I ever got.”
I chuckle. “I love you.”
She looks up at me, disbelief still residing in her eyes. “I love you, too. I love you so much, Evan. I can’t believe you’re really here. Like
I kiss the lips I’ve so desperately missed and she kisses me back just as eager. Everything in the world seems to be right in this moment. I’ve got my girl back in my arms and life is perfect again.
When our lips part, I quirk an eyebrow, and ask, “So tell me, do you always answer the door in your underwear?” I’m half joking, but half not.
The right side of her mouth goes up and I prepare myself for a smartass remark that she’s so good at delivering. Instead, she pulls her robe closed and says, “If you don’t like what you see, I can always cover up.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don’t misunderstand. I like what I see,” I say, taking the robe lapels in hand and slowly pulling them apart to reveal her sexy collarbone and the tops of her breasts. “As a matter of fact, I want to see more. But I don’t want other guys to see.”
She lifts up on her tiptoes and kisses me, commanding my lips apart. I give in and our tongues embrace. It’s been too long, my body reacting and responding. She’s the only one who does this to me.
Rational thoughts cloud my dirtier ones of what I want to do to her. I push those sensible ones aside because we have time for reasonable and respectable another day. I need her too much. Walking her backwards through the living room and down the short hall, I stop. With my lips pressed against hers, my eyes search for signs of which open door leads to her bedroom, or more importantly—to her bed.
She giggles. Leaning back, looking me in the eyes, she nods her head to the left. “It’s this one.”
I spin her around, pulling her into the room by the sash of her robe, and kick the door closed. That makes her laugh and seeing that beautiful smile and her happy eyes make all the planning that went into this trip worth it.
Standing next to the bed, we look at each other in the soft light from the bedside lamp. Removing the hideously obstructive robe from her body, I drop it to the floor.
Our smiles disappear and that familiar intensity that formed our bond back in Hawaii exists again. It’s comforting, but engulfing, making my chest ache in the most painfully acute way and my heart feels grounded in her. This is right. This is us, and I can finally breathe again.
Whispering, she questions my stalling. “Evan?”
Cupping her face, I kiss the tip of her nose. “We can wait… if you want.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
There’s a confidence to her response that convinces me to move forward, but I know what I want, but I’m not sure what she wants—to make love or fuck. She sits on the end of the bed and takes off her bra.
I’ve experienced a myriad of emotions since I met Mallory, but nervous was never one of them until now. I can tell she’s a little nervous too by the shy smile she gives me when she stands to take off her underwear.
When she sits back down, she tugs me by my belt loops. I’m hard and can’t hide the fact, so when I look down at her lying beneath me, her eyes meet mine, and she says, “I want to be with you.”
Oh, thank God
. I don’t think I can go another day without you.” Reaching into my pocket, I produce a condom and toss it on the bed. I strip my clothes off in a hurry. They all fly off and we move to the top of the bed where I lay above her, so ready to be inside her, but I slow everything back down, wanting to appreciate the act of reuniting with my girlfriend.
I start by kissing her neck and when I reach that spot just below her ear, the one that makes her giggle every time, she lets a small laugh out and rolls her head to the side allowing me to reach every inch of her. Using my tongue and lips together, I gently suck, but not enough to leave a mark. She moans and that’s when gentle flies out the window. My hips drop down and I press my cock against her, needing the feel of her.