บททั้งหมดของ Rewrite Our Story: Best Friend's Brother Second Chance : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

She’d been so breathtaking in a fancy dark green dress with some sort of sweater over it. It wasn’t what I was used to seeing her in, but she was beautiful nonetheless.“You looked busy, like you were running late to something,” I continue. My fingers find her cheeks, trailing across her sun-kissed cheekbones. “During the few moments it took me to work up the courage to talk to you, someone else came into view.”I pause for a moment, remembering the exact moment I realized that I missed my chance to apologize and confess to her how I really felt. “This man came into view. He had a nice suit on, he looked older, and you smiled widely at him. It was a familiar kind of smile—one that broke my fucking heart. He asked you something, and you nodded. He reached out and fixed the collar of your sweater, and it was at that moment it hit me that while I was still clinging to my love for you, maybe you’d let your love for me go. Maybe you’d moved on.”“I’ve never—”“I don’t want to know who it w

I moan. He steals it from my mouth, responding with his own sound of pleasure. It feels too good—too perfect—as he pushes in and out. It feels so good that I don’t know how I’m going to leave Sutten, how I’m going to leave this.He has a way of fucking me and making love to me at the same time. His hips pick up pace but his tongue takes its time.It’s just the two of us, the house he built, and the marigolds he planted. Everything is too perfect. I never want to leave this moment.I moan when he circles his hips. He just made me come and I feel like I could come again. If it weren’t for him, I’d think multiple orgasms are meant for romance novels. He knows my body so perfectly that he knows how to steal one after another from me. Making sure my body is completely spent by the time he’s done with me.Cade’s lips move from my mouth. He finds my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin enough to leave a mark. He does it again, and I don’t have to say anything to know he’s marking me on purpos

“I love you,” I whisper. He doesn’t respond but he doesn’t have to. I can feel his love. I feel it all the time, even though we aren’t with each other.Sighing, I end the call. I want to rifle through my suitcase that I still haven’t unpacked from Sutten and pull out one of his shirts I stole and brought home. I packed as many as possible, wanting to have things that smell like him while we were apart.Tonight, as I write, it hits a little harder that I’m not with him. I use the pain of missing him to my advantage. I write three chapters quickly, knowing the more I can give to my editor, the closer I am to finishing the book—which means the closer I am to seeing him. CADE Sending a picture of your marigolds. They look beautiful this morning. MARE I wish I were there with you. CADE I love you. MARE I love you, too. MARE You haven’t answered me all day, and I know you’re busy getting ready for the fall. Send me a picture of you all sweaty from working o

I moan, pressing the button two more times until it’s at the setting I prefer. I have to shut my eyes to be able to do this in front of him. Somehow I just know—I can feel—him watching my every move.The toy vibrates in my hand as I guide it in the direction where I want it most. I adjust my position, letting my thighs slide open so he can see even more of me.At first, I slide only the top of the vibrator inside me, needing to adjust to the feel of it. It’s almost too much, having Cade’s heated gaze on me through the screen and feeling the pulsing vibrator inside me.“God, you’re so fucking hot. So goddamn perfect.” Cade’s words encourage me.I watch him fist his cock, totally swept up in watching him touch himself. I shove the vibrator even deeper inside me, imagining it’s his cock stretching me.“Cade,” I moan, pushing it as far as it can go. It feels way too good, I know it won’t be long until I come. I angle it, the pulsing head of the vibrator hitting the perfect spot.“Look at

MARE - PRESENTMY EYES ARE BURNING from staring at a computer screen for so long. I’m so close to the end, to finishing this book that I can’t stop. My fingers ache and I can’t remember the last time that I ate, but none of it matters because the words won’t stop flowing.I take a deep breath, blinking a few times to try and get my eyes to focus. I’m at the ending of the book, writing the second to last chapter before the epilogue. I’ve been staring at a screen so long that tears burn at my eyes from the brightness of the screen.This story is taking everything out of me in the best possible way. I type and type until I feel like I need a five minute break to collect myself before continuing.I look around my room, wincing at how messy it is. I haven’t cleaned it in God knows how long. There are protein bar wrappers on the floor from when I’ve tried giving my body some kind of sustenance. My eyes land on my suitcase. It’s been a couple of months since I’ve been in Sutten yet I still h