My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 181 Love Is In The Air Again

Evelyn

My heart skipped a beat the moment our lips met, and suddenly, the...world stopped. It stopped totally, completely and utterly.

His lips, his scent, his warmth-I was here, in this moment, with him again. This time, there was no need to restrain myself. No need to hold back, no lingering ache in my chest as I walked away, haunted by the weight of unsaid words and unfulfilled desires. I wouldn't have to endure the days, weeks, or months spent craving his touch, consumed by the thought of him, wondering what it would be like to feel his arms around me once more.

There was no stopping now.

No pullback. No restraint. No obstacles. No judgment. No fear. No pain.

It was just love. Love, all over again.

Jacob's body froze the second our lips touched, as if time itself had stilled for him. But as I kissed him, I could feel him slowly awakening to the moment, his hands sliding around me, pulling me flush against his chest. The heat of his body enveloped mine, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. God, I missed this. So much that it hurt to even think about how far we'd drifted apart. And no matter what happened in the uncertain future, I couldn't go back to that emptiness again. I didn't want to be without him—not for another second.

The month we'd spent apart felt like years, each moment slipping through my fingers like sand. I needed him close-every second of every day-if only to make up for the time we'd lost.

I kissed him with the hunger that had been buried deep inside me, fueled by the pain I had suppressed, the desires I had denied myself. Every touch of our lips was a plea for the warmth I had been aching for, the connection I had been deprived of. I kissed him like it was the only thing keeping me alive, and truthfully, I didn't want to stop.

But oxygen had other plans, and I reluctantly pulled away, our heavy breaths filling the silence between us.

His eyes, wide and intense, locked with mine. We were both breathless, as if we had been holding onto something too fragile to name, something that had just come crashing down around us. The wind caught my hair, and it whipped around us, doing the same to his perfectly styled, silky strands.

"Was... was that another goodbye kiss?" he asked, his voice barely steady, his eyes pleading silently-please, don't say yes.

A soft smile curved my lips as I leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to his swollen lips. My fingers traced his stubble, brushing against the warmth of his skin, as my thumb caressed the lips I'd missed so much. Just as soft as I remembered.

"You're still terrible at reading people," I teased softly, a chuckle escaping me. "That wasn't a goodbye kiss. It was a kiss to stop you from leaving your home." My hand rested on his chest, feeling his heart race under my palm, echoing the wild rhythm of my own. "And it was a kiss to stop my home from leaving me."

see it in his eyes-the doubt, the confusion, the overwhelming relief. He was trying to piece together whether this was reality or some beautiful dream, his lips parted as if he were afraid to breathe

whisper as he cupped my face, pressing his forehead to mine. His eyes slid closed, and I could hear the ache in his voice, the vulnerability he tried so hard to

him wait far

going to

back, to forget everything, and run to you before it was too late. No matter how hard I tried,

his hands in mine, squeezing them

that spread across his face made my heart flutter.

slower, lingering kiss, "a dream." His grin spread against my lips, and without missing a beat, I pulled him in for

me effortlessly, and sat me on the hood of

It was like he was trying to make

you to come back to me and say I can call you mine again." He kissed me again, his lips rough with urgency, stealing the air from my lungs. "Say it," he

whispered, breathless, "I'm yours. Only

cocked an eyebrow, challenging me, his expression

"No Cameron," I chuckled, "but you'll have to tolerate him

grumbled, "but no other boy

No more

more leaving," he added, his voice serious now. "Even if I piss you off, you'll stick around, beat me into

nodding.

every ten minutes for a

in disbelief. "Don't you think that's

smoldering, determined look.

"Well-"

a flight if I head out now,"

blackmailing me now?"

up in Italy, but let's not forget-you put me through hell. Hanging around with your boy toy all day, making me watch while my heart broke into a thousand pieces." He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear, voice low and rough So yeah, I think I deserve a

had a

Italy, he'd apologized for it. He meant it. And yeah, I did pull Cameron into all of this, probably more than I should have. A kiss