Series: New York Knights novella, book 3
Author: Anna B. Doe
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Cover Design: Oh So Novel
Graphic Design: Čitaholičarka
Release Date: May 25th, 2018
This story is as old as time.
Girl meets boy.
They fall in love and, after their fair share of highs and lows, they finally get their happily ever after …
Only in my story, happily ever after seems to be so far away.
William and I are together, but we’re apart.
It’s hard and painful, but we make do because not being together is harder than having a long-distance relationship.
Every turn is more painful than the last, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for it.
If we are ready for it.
For more than a year, I waited.
For more than a year, I was a good boy playing by the rules.
For more than a year, I’ve been waiting for the right moment.
I gave her time she needed.
The time we needed.
I watched her go in and out of my life, time and time again.
But I’m done playing this game.
I can see the pain in her eyes. The pain that matches my own.
It’s time to end this and claim what’s mine.
Because I’m hers, and she’s mine and we … We’re forever.
One more step.
Will’s Adam’s apple wobbles as he swallows. His lips land on my forehead. The kiss long and hard.
My eyes fall shut, and I just let myself feel. I don’t want to cry. I can’t cry in front of him. The first time we said goodbye I cried in front of him and it was too painful. For both of us.
His fingers lift my chin. I open my eyes, and through the blur, I see him bend down to kiss me. Soft and loving. Prolonging this moment to the maximum.
Soft whimpers come out of my mouth and tears burn in my eyes, but I hold them in. Slowly, we break the kiss, and I take the final step back.
I love you, I mouth and then cover my mouth with a trembling hand.
The pain in his eyes is so clear, so real, and I hurt even more for him. I know this is the end. The place where we have to say our goodbyes and walk separate ways.
His fingers grip mine stronger, not letting go.
“I love you, Tink. Soon.”
We’ll be together soon.
It doesn’t make it easier, though.
So, with my backpack over my shoulders and suitcase in my hand, I turn my back to the love of my life and go through check-in.
Our fingers hold on as long as they can reach, but the distance grows stronger, and there is nothing we can do to stop it.
I don’t turn around. I don’t even peek over my shoulder. It would break us both.
With tears held in as long as humanly possible, I walk away. And when I’m a safe distance from him I let them fall.
I let myself feel it all.
So much love.
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