4. Ben

She’s still so damn beautiful that my brain isn’t sure whether she’s really real or I’m dreaming yet again. Just like last night when she slid up to me and her lips trailed down my body until she took my aching dick inside her mouth, cradling my balls affectionately. Like she loved me.

Her tongue slid along my cock head and teased the top, moaning when she tasted my pre-cum and licked it, growling like a wild animal.

“What are you thinking about, Benjie?”

“Most people call me Ben now, Sparkle.”

Her deep blue eyes widen. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard you call me that. I forgot that was my nickname.”

“Only from me, Sparkle. Nobody else was allowed to call you that.”

“Okay. Well, nobody else called me anything that nice, that’s for sure.”

He eyes me and the way his brown gaze sharpens scares me a little bit. Is he about to say something about my book? About to trash me the way everyone else is.

“How have you been, hon?”

“I’ve been better,” I laugh, hating the way it trails off into some kind of hysterical edge that makes me sound manic.

“The book?”

I whip around to stare at the house. “You’ve heard about it.”

“Just a little. It sounds interesting.”

“It sounds like the fucking truth,” I growl.

“Did you mention me, Sparkle?”

I read it. I know she did. I know she mentions me a lot. Know that she says things that make me think she cares about me as much as I care about her.

“Maybe once. It’s mostly about my mom and dad.”

I nod my head, not surprised that she’s lying. She’s not gonna give me that. Not until she trusts me. It’s been a long time but it hasn’t changed a damn thing for me.

She’s still it for me.

Her little nose is still dotted with tiny freckles. Her beauty mark is darker since she’s not wearing makeup. Her dark lashes are just as thick and lush as when she was my best friend. Her blue gaze just as mesmerizing. It drags me under like the waters of a sparkling, crystalline ocean.

And her body! Shit! I know I’ve gotten bigger. I work out every damn day and I love my new look. But her? She’s stunning. Her breasts are high and firm, round and lush. When she turned, I had to stop the moan from running straight up from my belly. Her ass is thick and round, just right to grab and fondle while I drive into her like a fiend. Like a man possessed.

Her waist is still curved and perfect for my hands. Her round thighs are thick and gorgeous.

There’s not one damn thing I would change about her. She’s my dream girl and she always has been. She makes me feel like I’ve won the lottery when she gifts me with a smile.

“I’m sure that the book is something else. You always were a great writer, Sparkle. You told the best stories.”

“I’m not sure it’s a story that ever should have been told.”

If it’s about her parents? Maybe not. But if it’s about what they did to the little girl that just wanted love and attention and suffered, thanks to all their stupidity and careless partying. Well, then that story needed to be told. Somebody needs to know what they were like.

Needs to know that this girl that grew up to be something else. That worked her ass off to be a success deserved so much more than she got.

The only thing I wish is that she came home so that I could give her the love that I know that that little girl always craved. Always needed. Deserved more than anything else.

“Hey, how about you come out with me tonight? I was thinking about going to the movies tonight? We could catch up on old times and fill in the blanks for what’s been going on in our lives.”

She shakes her short, gold curls and I move in closer so that she’s practically right on top of me. I touch her shoulder and she looks up at me, her blue eyes deep and dark, her pupils dilated until she’s staring up at me with these big doe eyes that are just begging to be kissed. Touched.

Loved.

“Please, Sparkle? Come with me?”

“What if someone sees me?”

“I’ll make sure that we sneak in at the last minute when it’s dark. I just think that you need to have some fun. You look stressed, baby girl.”

She nods her head and then she clicks her tongue. “Fine. As long as you promise that we’ll sneak in after the lights go down. What’s playing?”

“It’s that new movie. The one with the navy pilots.”

Her brow lifts and she smirks. “The romance? Since when are you into romances, Benjie?”

Smirking, I chuck her under her pointed little chin, smirking when she gasps lightly. “Romance is a wonderful thing, baby girl. And I’m feeling particularly inspired right now.”

With that, I lean down and lift her straight up, loving the way she fits in my arms. She’s rounded and gorgeously full. But yet soft and delicately feminine. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and she’s finally gonna be mine.

She has to be. I refuse to accept that this has all been one-sided.

We’re two star-crossed lovers and we’re finally gonna have that happy ending we always should have had.

It’s fate.