All Chapters of Moan For Me Moana : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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FIVE MORE MINUTES

🎀MOANA🎀Rosa called me when I was still ten minutes from the house."He is still here," she said. Her voice was low, like she was standing somewhere she didn't want to be overheard. "She asked him to stay and he has not left yet."I was not surprised. I knew my daughter. I had known, the moment I agreed to let Dylan pick her up from school, that she would find a way to keep him longer. Mylana had been waiting her whole life for someone to call Daddy and now she had one and she was not going to let him disappear after one afternoon."Thank you for telling me," I said."I think she is happy," Rosa said. "I have not seen her this happy in a long time."I did not know what to say to that. I was happy that my daughter was happy. But I was also afraid, because Mylana's happiness was now tied to a man who had once destroyed everything he touched, and I did not know if he had changed or if I was just desperate enough to believe he had."I will be home soon," I said.I ended the call and dro

THE CENTER OF MY GRAVITY

🎀MOANA🎀I sat down on the other couch.Not the one where he was lying with his too-long legs hanging over the armrest and his bare feet pale in the moonlight. The other one. Across from him. Far enough that I could breathe. Close enough that I could see his face, the shape of his jaw, the way his throat moved when he swallowed.The duvet was still in my lap. I had not given it to him. I was holding it like a shield, the fabric bunched between my fingers, the weight of it pressing against my stomach.He did not say anything at first. Neither did I. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, and I listened to the sound of his breathing and the distant hum of the refrigerator and the beating of my own heart."Italy is different than I expected," he said.I looked at him."The light," he said. "It is softer here. Or maybe I am just seeing it differently because you are here."I did not know what to say to that. I pulled the duvet tighter against my chest.He shifted on the couch

HOME IS WHERE SHE ISX

❤️‍🩹DYLAN❤️‍🩹A week in Italy and I still woke up every morning expecting to be somewhere else.The hotel suite was fine. Clean. Quiet. A bed that was too big and pillows that smelled like nothing and a view of the city that I looked at every morning while I drank coffee I did not taste. But it was not home. Home was where she was. Home was where my daughter slept in a pink canopy bed with a teddy bear tucked under her arm.I had spent three nights on Moana's couch. Not in a row. The first night after our conversation in the sitting room, and then two more nights when Mylana asked and Moana did not say no. Each time, I lay there with my feet hanging off the armrest and listened to the house settle around me. The creak of the floorboards upstairs. The sound of Moana moving around in her room, getting ready for bed, turning off her light.I did not sleep much on those nights. But I slept better than I did in the hotel."You are staring again," Moana said.I blinked. She was standing i

THE REUNION

🎀MOANA🎀The car pulled up in front of the house and my hands started shaking.I had not been here in six years. The street looked the same. The trees in the front yard were taller now, their branches reaching higher than I remembered. The blue door needed a fresh coat of paint. But everything else was exactly as I had left it, the way you remember the shape of a wound even after the skin has healed over and you cannot feel it anymore unless you press.Dylan had wanted to come with me. He had offered, not insistently, just once, quietly, the way he did everything now. He did not push. He just said "if you want me there" and I said I needed to do this alone and he nodded and that was it. He sent his driver anyway. He said his family would not take a taxi.The driver opened the door and I stepped out onto the sidewalk. My heels sank into the grass. I had worn heels. I did not know why. Maybe because I wanted to feel tall. Maybe because I wanted to feel like someone other than the eight

THE REUNION 2

🎀MOANA🎀The following morning, we had breakfast together. My mother made pancakes. Mylana helped pour the batter. I set the table. Three plates. Three forks. Three glasses of orange juice.My mother asked about my favorite things now, the things she had missed. What music I listened to. What books I read. What made me laugh. I answered. She listened. She asked more questions. She was trying, I could see her trying, to be the mother she wished she had been.After breakfast, she took Mylana into the garden to pick flowers. I watched them from the kitchen window. My mother's gray hair and my daughter's blonde hair, bent together over a bed of white roses.---Before noon, the doorbell rang.I opened the door.Octavia and Lalissa stood on the porch. They were both crying. They were both laughing. They were both talking at the same time and I could not understand a word either of them was saying."How did you know I was here?" I asked."We pressed Dylan," Lalissa said. "He tried to keep

BACK TO WHERE IT STARTED 🌶️

🎀MOANA🎀I did not know why I was driving to the cottage.The road was dark and the headlights cut through the night and my hands were on the steering wheel and I did not know why I was going there. But my body knew. My body had always known where to find him. My body had been finding him for years, in dreams, in memories, in the quiet moments before sleep when my mind let go and my heart took over.The fire between my thighs would not go out.It had been burning since the night on the couch. Since he said my name in that low voice and asked me to stay. Since he told me I was the center of his gravity. The ache had settled into my bones, into my blood, into the spaces between my ribs where I had buried him six years ago and never quite managed to dig him out.I pressed my thighs together and drove faster.The roads were familiar. The turns. The trees. The narrow bridge over the creek where we had once stopped and looked at the stars. The cottage appeared in my headlights like a ghost

TOUCH ME🌶️🌶️

🎀MOANA🎀Something broke behind his eyes.The restraint. The patience. The careful control he had been holding onto for weeks, for years, for the entire time I had known him in this new iteration. It shattered like glass and his hands came up and his fingers buried themselves in my hair and his mouth crashed into mine and he kissed me like he had been dying of thirst and I was the first water he had tasted in six years.I moaned into his mouth. I could not help it. The sound came from somewhere deep, somewhere I had locked away and forgotten, somewhere that only he knew how to find. It was the sound of a door opening. It was the sound of a wall falling. It was the sound of me giving in completely.His tongue slid against mine. His teeth grazed my lower lip, tugging gently, making me gasp. His hands moved from my hair to my face, cupping my jaw, tilting my head, giving himself better access. Then down to my neck, my shoulders, my waist. He was mapping me, remembering me, claiming me.

FUCK DYLAN! 🌶️🌶️🌶️

🎀MOANA🎀The room was dark except for the firelight from the sitting room, spilling through the open doorway, casting long shadows across the bed. The sheets were white and cool and they rustled under my back as he laid me down.He knelt over me. His hands were on either side of my head. His body was between my legs. He looked at me like I was something sacred and something profane all at once. His green eyes were black in the dim light."Take off your shirt," I said.He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and I saw it. The tattoo. Over his heart.Little flower. In italics. Delicate and permanent, right over the place where his heartbeat was strongest. The ink was dark against his skin. The skin was raised slightly, the way tattoos were when they were healed.I reached up and touched it. My fingers traced the letters. The L. The I. The T. The T. The L. The E. Little flower. His pet name for me. The name he had whispered in my ear a thousand times. The name my daughter

THE WEDDING 💕💞

🎀MOANA🎀I stood at the entrance of the garden with my father's rosary wrapped around my bouquet and my hands shaking so badly I thought I might drop the flowers.The garden was full of people. People I loved. People who had watched me fall apart and helped me put myself back together. Rosa was in the second row, already crying, a handkerchief pressed to her mouth. My mother was beside her, Rosaline, her hair completely gray now, her hands clasped in her lap, her eyes fixed on me like she was afraid I would disappear if she looked away. Lalissa and Octavia were sitting together near the front, both of them already emotional, both of them holding hands like they were the ones getting married.And at the end of the aisle, beneath an arch covered in white roses and lavender, Dylan was waiting for me.I could not believe I was getting married to the dickhead who was supposed to be my stepbrother.The thought made me laugh. It made tears spring to my eyes. It made my chest swell with a fe

HONEYMOON 🥵❤️‍🔥

🎀MOANA🎀The car pulled up to the private beach house at midnight.I had fallen asleep on Dylan's shoulder somewhere between the wedding reception and the winding coastal road, my head heavy with champagne and exhaustion and the kind of happiness that made my bones feel liquid. He woke me with a kiss to my temple, soft and warm, his lips lingering on my skin."We are here, little flower," he said.I opened my eyes and saw the ocean.The house was built into the cliffs, all glass and stone and soft golden light spilling from the windows. The moon was full and low over the water, painting a silver path across the waves. The only sounds were the crash of the surf and the wind in the palm trees and the steady beat of my heart.I turned to look at my husband.My husband.The word was still new, still strange, still too large for my mouth. Husband. The dickhead who was supposed to be my stepbrother. The father of my daughter. The man who had searched for me for six years and waited for me

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