Forrest novel Chapter 32

MEGAN

Unbelievable.

FORREST STILL had a father. Estranged, dangerous, or not, he should be lucky, at least he still got one. I wondered if he ever mentioned his father to our friends, or this was one of his many secrets.

Forrest was still on top of me after another round of amazing and steamy sex—he made love with me and made me feel so special and cared.

He looked worried though, and hell, I was anxious.

He was constantly sighing and zoning-out. I wished I could help or stop him from meeting his father, but I didn’t know what to do. I’d never been in his situation. The fact that his mother was worried about him, then he could be in great danger.

“This isn’t our last sex, right?” I wanted to hit myself in the head.

Forrest wasn’t surprised. So, I made myself believe that we wanted the same thing.

He groaned. “Uh-uh. I’m not done with you. Not even close. There could be hundreds more, thousands even.” I could feel his lips curved against my chest.

“Forrest, look at me.” When he lifted his head, I cupped his face, compelling him to look me in the eye. “Promise me one thing.”

“What is it?” His eyebrows squished together, eyes pooled with concern.

“Look, I’m not trying to be clingy since we never talk about—Whatever, but I wanna see you again. I kinda like what we have. I like us. I don’t want you to go and meet that man without telling you that you mean to me, Forrest.” I bit my lip when my eyes turned watery. Oh, God! I’m getting all weepy. “Please, come back to me safe.”

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” He traced his thumb on my cheek. His assurance had no guarantee, but I had to believe in him somehow. “I don’t wanna disappoint you by promising you, then I end up breaking it, but what I can promise to you is, I’ll take care of myself and make sure to come back to you in one piece.”

I nodded against the pillow. “Fair enough. Another thing.”

His eyes lit up with mischief. “Of course, anything.”

“Whatever you have in mind, forget it.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you going to sleep with her again?”

“No.” He flinched. “Why are you asking me about this?”

“Look, this is all new to me, but I just wanna make sure where I stand.”

“I am here with you, ain’t I? I thought we’re pretty clear about this already.”

“That was before I knew you have a fuck buddy.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you about her.” Guilt plastered on his face. “I won’t be sleeping with any woman anymore, but I want you to do the same because I don’t, and I won’t share you with anyone, Megan.” His last words were strong like a promise, and I wanted to jump on the bed.

“I won’t share you with...her either or with anyone.”

“That’s not the reason why I am crying,” I said between laughed. “Gosh, I can’t believe you made me cry.”

“Then what is it? Why are you crying, Megan?”

“For the first time, I saw you smile. You smiled at me, you, silly.”

He beamed, his brow arched. “Oh, Is that so?”

“Uh-huh, and you should do that more often. You look different. Gorgeous like almost surreal, but you still look hot though even if you look a lot more intimidating.”

He leaned down to give me a soft fluttery kiss on my lips. “You are gorgeous, Megan. Remarkable. Please, stop crying. I have reasons to smile. My misery is almost over, and you are here with me to make me smile, happy, and make me feel hopeful.”

I faked a satisfied breath. “If I have known I am the only reason to make you smile, I should have done what I supposed to do a long time ago. Why haven’t you said the magic word?”

“Are you fishing, Megan?” He laughed. His voice was rich and contagious.

I laughed with him. “Kidding. Just, please take care.”

“For you, I will.” He kissed me again. This time it was low and deep, and I felt we were pouring our souls into our kiss.