One More Chance

"I just don't want you to get worried,"

"I can't believe you," I said in a retreating tone and let out a sigh as I wiped my face with my hands. "So Lucy's effort to tell me the truth is useless,"

"So it was Lucy!" he said in surprise but I ignored him.

"I thought when I come to see and talk to you I will hear a proper explanation and an apology for lying once again," Hurt and disappointment laced in my voice. "Sweetheart---"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have exerted an effort to come here and worried for nothing because it's sad to say you had no intention of telling me the truth."

And for that, I decided to leave him and ran fast to the open door.

"Samantha, wait!"

I just stopped when I reached the living room and turned to face him.

"Sam..."

"Do you know how scared I was while Lucy was telling me you almost lost your life? Do you know how much guilt I felt after hearing all these things and realizing how I accused you of doing something behind my back? And do you even know how my whole body trembled while I was waiting for the elevator to stop on your floor?" Another set of tears started running down my face and it was now difficult to stop them because of the painful sobs that simultaneously escaped my throat. "Sweetheart, I---"

"I was so scared!" I cut him off, yelling. I can see through his eyes how much he wanted to touch me but he couldn't. "And it was the second time I've been scared in my life. The first was when I almost had a miscarriage and lost Cali and the second was earlier when Lucy told me what happened to you! Do I really have the right to worry about you?" "Of course, you have---"

"Then why did you hide the truth?"

"What if something happened to you? What if it was... it was something worse? What if... what if we never had the chance to see you and... and... argh! Luke---"

I screamed his name but that was all I could scream as I didn't have the chance to continue as quickly invaded the remaining space between us and pulled me into a hug.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't think about what you feel," he said as he peppered kisses all over my hair and neck.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" I tried to push him but it was no use as he was strong and he just even pulled me closer to him.

"I'm sorry, that time I was scared too. I wanted to call you, I wanted to tell you but I can't because I was more scared to see you crying and worried every time I had to go to a business meeting or represent a new project out of town."

At that time, I stopped struggling in his arms, but I still couldn't bring my hands to hug him.

"I missed you. I missed you every fu**king day. I missed Cali, I missed your smile, your kisses, your hugs--- everything! I miss you so much, Sam, I'm sorry, I love you,"

And that's what made me lose my strength and inhibitions. I finally found my hands wrapped around his waist as I began to cry and tremble in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he whispered, repeatedly kissing me on the side of my head. He even began to stroke my back and the length of my hair.

"You let me doubt you and accused you of wrong things just to keep this to me,"

"I know it's my fault and I'm sorry,"

"Don't do it again!" I said hitting his back.

He held my shoulders and made me look at him after breaking our embrace.

"I was scared to death when I found out but I was more hurt when I learned you purposely hid it from me. I felt so useless---"

"No, sweetheart, don't ever think about it that way!"

"But it's true---"

"No! Shhh! That's not true! It was my decision not to tell you so it was my fault, okay?" He wrapped me in his arms again but then a few seconds later... "Stop crying," "I can't!" I pouted but he just smiled and wiped my cheeks using his thumb.

"Did you miss me?" he asked after a while.

I stared at him but didn't respond. Deep within my heart, that question shouldn't be asked anymore.

"Do you miss me?" he asked me again but when I remained silent, he cupped both my cheeks and made me look at him. "Hey, why aren't you talking? Do you miss me?"

"Do you think I would be in a hurry if I didn't?" I huffed, furrowing my eyebrows.

"So do you miss me too?"

"Luke!"

"Do you miss me, yes or no?" His hands were still on my face.

"Yes!" I replied almost a yell. "I missed you! I missed you so much even though you lied to me! I missed you so damn much---" but I didn't get to continue what I was saying as he already pulled me and kissed me on the lips. It didn't take me a second before finding myself responding to his kiss passionately.

His kiss began softly, but when he

felt that I had no plan to stop him, he began to deepen the kiss. I threw my arms around his neck as he pulled me even closer to him and I felt his growing manhood over my belly. For a moment, we clung to each other, pressing our bodies together.

And suddenly all the worries, doubts, and inhibitions circulating my sanity when I came here disappeared. The only thing I feel right at that moment is how much I miss him and how much I love him. And all that feeling I have for him, I poured out through my kiss. And when he pulled his head back, he stared down at me and whispered...

"I love you,"

I met his gaze and bit my lower lip

as I smiled at him. His eyes followed my lips movement and before I could open my mouth to respond, my lips were once again with his, but this time it was demanding, seeking more response... consuming and hungry yet sweet, teasing me,

nibbling my lower lip and driving my

body into the pool of lust.

I didn't protest when he grabbed me by the hips and kissed me hard almost leaving me breathless. I didn't even stop him when I felt his hand begin stroking my back. I just leaned my body forward and balled his soft hair into my palm. Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall.

Wait- what? The wall? Since when did we move to the nearest wall?

Our lips moved in sync and I could taste our shared breaths, and feel the thud of our combined heartbeat as I fumbled to take off each other's clothes.

We both stopped for a while panting

and stared into each other without

any words leaving our lips. The desire can be seen through his eyes as he looked at my almost bare top. My shirt was taken off a few

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minutes ago. He took it off as did the same for him. And because of that, I had the opportunity to stare at his body and gasped when I noticed the long scar on his left side.

My forefinger traced that scar and then I gazed up at him with tears forming around my eyes.novelbin

"Hey," he noticed my reaction so he quickly wiped my eyes using his thumb.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked, still imagining the pain he had been through during and after the accident.

"Nope, I'm fine now," he shook his head but I frowned at him.

"Don't lie to me again!"

"No, I'm not lying. It doesn't hurt anymore---"

"Luke Marcuz Williams, you had a broken rib!" my voice came a little bit loud... just a little bit.

"Okay, okay, sometimes I can feel it when I move fast but it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Luke?"

"Fine, a little... Just a little."

I just hugged him again as I was suddenly lost for words when he finally admit it still hurts but maybe I hugged him too tight and...

"Ouch! Sweetheart---"

"Oh, my God! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I started kissing him all over his face out of panic.

"Aww... how I wish I get always hurt to get your kisses---" but he didn't finish his sentence I punched him on his shoulder.

"Don't you ever say that again! You have no idea how worried I was when you started not to call me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just kidding," he apologized instantly and wrapped his arms around me. "Ohh... so soft..."

I couldn't help but frown when he moaned near my ear but then my eyes widened and I hit him again when I realized why he did that.

"Get off me!"

"Wait, let me feel them even just for a few seconds. You don't know how much I missed you,"

"Luke Marcuz, you are so annoying!"

"I know, sweetheart, I know, but I can't help it, I love you." I felt him kiss my hair. "Do you still love me?"