"But," I start to say as the pieces come together. The clinic telling me that they were short-staffed because someone who was going to take the job decided not to. I never even put two and two together.
"But you broke up with me," she says, shrugging. "And my plans changed, so I came home."
"Why didn’t you say anything to me?" I get up. "You never even told me."
"I was waiting until you brought it up." She takes a deep breath. "I didn’t want to just assume that you would want me with you, so I was waiting until you asked me." Her voice goes low. "And then you broke up with me, so there was no point in that."
The only thing I can say is. "But."
"So I called my father and told him I would take his offer."
"You had told your father already?" I hiss out. "Great." I put my hands on my hips. "If he didn’t want to, he’ll want to shoot me now."
She laughs and comes over to me, standing in front of me. She puts her hands on my hips. "I went four years without you." She looks up at me with all the love that she has always looked at me with. The look I thought I would never see again. "And it took one day for me to see that I really wasn’t happy. I mean yes, I had my practice and it was thriving. Yes, I had my family all around me. I had everything that could make me happy, except I didn’t have that missing piece."
"I can’t let you give this up for me." I shake my head. "I wouldn’t let you do it four years ago. I’m not going to let you do it now."
"Well, good news is you have no say in this," she sasses me. "The decision has already been made and I have three interviews on Monday."
"You did all of this without telling me."
"You did the same thing," she counters back at me and my hands come and hold her face. "I really think we should talk about how we communicate with each other." She laughs and I can’t help but bend down and kiss her lips.
"I don’t want you to sacrifice all of this."
"That’s the thing, Travis," she explains. "I’m not sacrificing anything. I’m choosing me and my happiness." She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses under my neck. "Now that we have that settled, can we get naked?" Only she can shock me one minute and then make me laugh the next. Only she can argue that what she is doing for you is really for her. Only she can make everything better. Only she can make my heart beat without pain. Only her.
Chapter 26
Harlow
"That’s the thing, Travis," I say, my chest feeling full for the first time in the last four years. "I’m not sacrificing anything. I’m choosing me and my happiness." I get on my tippy-toes and kiss under his neck, exactly where I can feel his heartbeat under my lips. His heart is beating as fast as mine and all I can do is smile. "Now that we have that settled, can we get naked?"
"Yes," he agrees and holds up a finger. "Just so I understand what is going on," he says and I rub my nose under his chin. "Four years ago, you were going to move with me."
"That is correct," I say as my hands go to the hem of his shirt, my hands sliding it up just a touch.
"So not only was I a total asshole," he continues talking. "But I was stupid."
"That is correct." I give his neck soft kisses. "And dumb." My finger trails up his stomach.
"Really dumb," he confirms, and when I look up at him, I see that his eyes are closed as I move one hand down to cup his cock through his pants. "Harlow," he hisses out. "I really…" His voice comes out breathless as my hand rubs up and down twice. "We really need to talk." He stops talking when my hand goes to the top of his jeans and I slip in the tips of my fingers, touching the head of his cock. He groans when my nails graze the head of his cock. "We really need to talk," he repeats the words and my other hand leaves his chest and comes to unbutton his jeans.
"We should talk." My hand goes to the zipper as I pull it down. "But there is something else I could be doing with my mouth." I smirk at him as I sink down to my knees and pull his pants down, licking the tip. "I missed you."
Travis chuckles. "Are you talking to me or my dick?”
"A bit of both right now." I fist his cock in my hand. "A little bit of both," I say, swallowing down his cock as much as I can.
"Harlow." He hisses out my name, burying his hands in my hair. I work his cock with my hand and my mouth. I feel his cock getting bigger in my mouth when he steps out of reach and I moan at him.