Nicole leads me to the sofa. “Why did you say no?”
“Because I was s-scared. What if we move to Oregon and he realizes that he d-doesn’t love us. We’d be stuck living in a city with no one, and then what? What happens to me and Ava?” I bury my face in her neck and cry.
“It’s okay to be scared, and you’re right—it’s not just you it’s Ava too, but, honey, if you let fear keep you from what you want, you’ll be miserable.” Nicole grabs my face and tilts it up so I look her in the eye. “Do you love him?”
“More than anything,” I tell her immediately.
She smiles at me. “Do you want to go to Oregon with him?”
I nod. “As much as it scares me, I do.”
“Then, honey, go find him and tell him.”
“I don’t even know where to look.” My mind flashes back to our first date. He took me to a bluff where he likes to be alone. “I know where he is.” I hug her. “Thank you for talking some sense into me.”
“That’s what friends are for. Are you okay to drive?” I nod. She stands and walks toward the door. “Call me later if you need to.”
I follow Nicole out and climb into my car. My hands tremble and my heart races as I drive toward the bluff. It takes me three tries to take the right turn. I spot his car up ahead and pull in behind him. I turn off the ignition and take a deep breath.
Is he going to talk to me, to hear me out? He’s sitting on the ground with his legs bent and his forearms resting on his knees.
I slowly walk up behind him, not sure what I’m supposed to do. His body is held stiff; he knows I’m behind him. “Is all your shit gone?” Chance sounds defeated, and I hate that it’s my fault.
I get down behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my forehead against his back. “Why are you here?” He grabs my hands and pulls them off his chest. Instead of backing away, I grab onto him again.
“I was scared,” I whisper. “All I kept thinking was what if Ava and I went with you and then you decided you didn’t want me anymore. Then where would we be?”
“What if we went and you decided that you didn’t want to be with me anymore?”
I cry. “I love you, Chance. All I want is to be with you. You and Ava are my life. I’d follow you anywhere.”
My cries turn to sobs because he doesn’t say anything. I’ve ruined everything. I let my fear destroy us. I jump up and run to my car, but I don’t make it very far before Chance is in front of me, pulling me into his arms.
I grab onto him, like I’m afraid he’s going to float away. “I-I’m s-so sorry.” I’m a hot mess right now, but I don’t care. I look up at him with tears running down my face. “If you’ll still have us, I’d love for Ava and me to move to Oregon with you. Chance, I can’t imagine my life without you.”
He brushes the tears from my cheeks. Chance kisses me fully and deeply. “We’re moving to Oregon.”
I give him a watery smile. “We’re moving to Oregon.”
***
Chance grabs me behind my thigh and lifts me up and over his hips so he can sink further inside of me. “You feel like heaven,” he whispers against my lips. “Baby, you’ve got the sweetest cunt.”
Why does it turn me on when he talks like that? “Shut up and kiss me.” I lift up to touch my lips to him. My tongue brushes his lips until he opens his mouth. Our tongues dance, and I push on him until he’s on his back.
I sink down onto his length and roll my hips.
“Fuck me, you’re a goddess.” Chance pushes himself up and grabs my face in his hands. “No more running when you get scared. If it happens, we talk about it; we work through it.”
“I promise. No running.” I slam my lips down on his. Chance grabs handfuls of my ass, and we move together. I pull back, and he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I hug his head to my breasts and moan, “I’m gonna come.” I throw my head back as I come over and over.
Chance pulls out and flips us until I’m on all fours. He grabs my hip with one hand and lines up his cock with the other. With both of his hands on my hips, he pounds into me at a punishing pace.
My body is covered in sweat, but I don’t care. I need this—to feel him. I push back against him. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come so hard.”
He grabs me, pumps once, twice, and then plants himself deep as I feel him come inside of me. Chance kisses my back and pulls out of me, flopping to his back, and pulling me into his arms.
Earlier we FaceTimed his parents and told them about Oregon. Chance Sr. was very excited for us, but I felt bad because Aubrey started to cry. She, of course, was happy; she is going to miss her boy.
When we FaceTimed my parents, my dad is the one who, well …. he didn’t cry, but he looked really sad. They could see that we are happy, and I promised that any time they want to FaceTime with Ava they can.
“That went well, don’t you think?” I ask as I kiss the underside of Chance’s chin.
“Yeah, but I felt bad that my mom cried.”
I give him a squeeze. “She’s happy for us, though.”
“She is. Tomorrow I thought we could start looking at apartments.”
I nod and bury my nose in his neck. “That sounds great.” I rest my chin
