My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 38 Moonlit Confession

Evelyn

I gently traced my fingers along his jawline, careful not to disturb his peaceful slumber. He appeared breathtakingly beautiful, an unconventional sort of magnificence that brought me tranquillity instead of the usual racing heartbeats.

After numerous times of literally fucking the shit out of each other that left us both physically spent, we had succumbed to sleep a few hours ago. But my rest had been short-lived. Perhaps fate or maybe god himself willed me to witness this scene, granting me the privilege of marvelling at its creation and seizing the opportunity for himself to brag about it.

Indeed I could give him the credit. Jacob was, in my eyes, flawless.

I brushed aside a lock of his chestnut-brown hair that had fallen onto his forehead. The colour complemented his skin tone seamlessly, radiating a subtle shine. I could have easily spent the entire night just observing him. The idea wasn't all that bad, considering sleep had eluded me. Fair enough, isn't it?

"A grown man who sleeps like a baby," I murmured softly, ensuring my voice remained barely audible. My gaze remained fixed on him; he lay on his side, facing me, while I lay on my stomach. Adorable.

My fingers tingled with the desire to trace his features his defined cheekbones, the contour of his nose, his smooth forehead, the tempting curve of his lips, and the rosy hue of his cheeks. But I refrained. I couldn't bear the thought of rousing him from his serene rest. Who would, really? It was an absolute sacrilege to disturb him at this moment. Someone had to be an absolute bitch to do so, and I often had been that bitch-Yet, it was different with Jacob-only with him.

Suppressing my impulses, I managed to sit up, even though the urge to shower his face with kisses was a struggle.

How could someone always look so damn tempting? Lord, have mercy.

I threw off the duvet, trying to get up and out of bed. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

Just one quick kiss. Then I'll go.

I gave in, leaned over, and planted a soft kiss on his lips. I had to make sure I didn't get too into it and wake him up. I smiled, pulled away, and got out of bed.

I felt like an idiot for falling in love with this man. But what can you do? The heart wants what it wants, it could hardly bother giving a single fuck about what's right and wrong.

I walked out of the room, putting on Jacob's shirt as I went, and stood by the hatch. Damn, what a view.

Even though the cold winds felt sharp and bitter against my skin, making me shiver, and a part of me wanted to crawl back into the warm bed next to Jacob, I toughed it out because the sky was just too amazing to miss. I could handle a bit more.

I gripped the cold metal railings, a shiver running down my spine, and exhaled a soft sigh.

Thoughts raced through my mind, loud and clear.

give a damn about the world. But it was all going to end soon. Once my dad's marriage is done, he'd go his way

were right-good moments don't stick around for

my dad's best friend

lips, and I found myself rubbing my arms to dispel the coldness the winds were etching into my skin. Deep down, though I didn't want to admit it, I was seeking a bit of comfort, a promise that

at a price, no matter how enticing they might

remained locked when I was with Jacob. But tonight, those corners were wide open,

close until my back met something solid. Warmth radiated from his body, crawling into mine from over the fabric, slowly, his scent filled the air, the one

his husky voice sent a

my grip on the railing loosening as my hands settled

leaning into his touch. God, I missed him. Yes,

his head to kiss my neck. "For a moment, I freaked out when I woke up and didn't find

soft chuckle escaped me. I raised my hand, caressing his

his nose nestled against my neck, "I

to his temple. "Well, now you know what it feels like to be obsessed with someone. Welcome to the

of the damage I cause to relationships in the process," his voice dropped, his words heavy, echoing the same questions that haunted me, "But here's the thing-I don't want to. I don't want to ruin anything, and I don't want to let this go. It's confusing as

sliding around his neck, pulling him closer.

into my touch. I could feel his heart racing, its rhythm in sync with mine, as if it was always meant

spoke a word. The silence felt peaceful. With him, and this ocean, I felt free like these cold winds and I pondered, whether, if I were to succumb and get swept away

that had enclosed us, leaving it

a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he glanced at the ocean. Oh, no way. He can't

idea," I protested, urgency in

by the ocean," he responded, his grin widening, and my senses went on

to go along with this crazy

his green eyes sparkling under the moonlight, making it hard for me to hold my

water is freezing cold, for God's sake. We'll either freeze or get swept away

momentarily weakening my resolve, "And believe me, no

even a small hair strand, was up for

the same," I insisted, attempting to step back. He was

little wild tonight," he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me closer as he edged us toward the edge, "You jump, I jump,

plain crazy!" I

"One. Two..."

This is beyond