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.

around, I didn't 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 and I'd, unfortunately,

they were right-good moments

my dad's best friend out of all the people in the

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

at a price, no matter how enticing they

those corners were wide open, forcing me to confront reality, pulling me out of

later, the chilly winds were replaced by a pair of arms enveloping me, securing me close until my back met something solid. Warmth radiated from his body, crawling into mine from over the fabric, slowly,

his husky voice sent

as my hands settled on top of his, resting on my

whispered, leaning into his touch. God, I missed him. Yes, I know it had only been, barely ten minutes but trust me,

missing your touch," he replied, lowering his head to kiss my neck. "For a moment, I

raised my hand, caressing his

idea," he sighed, his nose nestled against my neck, "I think I'm becoming obsessed, bordering

my chest as I pressed a kiss to his temple. "Well, now you know what it feels like to be

I might end up wrecking everything just to make you mine, and the crazy part is, I might not even regret it. I might not regret any 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 hell, but it

hands sliding around his neck, pulling him closer.

racing,

peaceful. With him, and this ocean, I felt free like these cold winds and I pondered, whether, if I were to succumb and get

shattering the walls that had enclosed us,

mischievous smile playing on his lips as

terrible idea," I

you're by the ocean," he responded, his grin widening, and my senses went

along with this crazy idea,

the moonlight, making it hard for me to hold my ground. Fuck, he looked handsome- Shit, Evelyn, just for

freeze or get swept away by the waves. I'm

my resolve, "And believe me, no waves are going to take us

a single nerve in my body, not even a small hair strand, was up for partnering in this reckless

attempting to step back.

Let's be a little wild tonight," he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me

isn't some Titanic shit, Jacob. It's just plain crazy!" I struggled to

"One. Two..."

This is beyond insane.