Thief(12)

“They’ve already decided,” I tell him, our gazes connected.

And I don’t have enough fight in me to argue anymore.

He kisses me, catching me off guard, and I kiss him back deeply, running my hands through his thick head of dark hair. He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bed, where he lays me down with him on top of me.

“You realise you’ve become the reason I make it through every day at school, right?” he asks against my lips. “You can’t leave now, especially when we haven’t even begun to explore what we could be.”

The timing couldn’t be worse for Dash and me. I’m numb, and now is not the time for me to start a relationship with anyone, no matter how much I like Dash. Without Max, the core of me, who I am, is gone, and I need to fix myself before I do anything else.

I need to be able to breathe freely again.

“Feel the pain and let it go, Vi. What’s the point of holding on?” Dash whispers then kisses down my neck. I reach for his t-shirt, trying to take it off, but he stops me. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I tell him, and I am.

I want him.

“It would kill me if we did it and you regret it after,” he says, still hesitating. “I know it’s your first time.”

“I’d only regret it if you weren’t my first,” I say, kissing him to cut off any further complaints. I try to take his shirt off again, and this time he allows it. He takes the lead, for which I’m grateful, helping me undress before removing the rest of his own clothes.

“You’re the first guy to see me naked,” I say, wondering what he’s thinking as he looks at my body.

“You’re beautiful,” he assures me, kissing my collarbone. “Perfect.”

I look at his body. “So are you.” I pause. “How many times have you done this before?”

He starts to chuckle, amusement flashing in his violet depths, then says, “I’m smart enough to not answer that.”

I slap his arm playfully.

“But probably not as much as you think,” he says, kissing the side of my breast.

“Nice save,” I mutter, watching his every move.

He lays next to me and pulls me into his arms, his bare skin on mine, making me feel more protected than I have in a while.

He kisses my temple. “We don’t have to do this. We can just lie here like this, kissing, until your parents come home and castrate me.”

I laugh then, for the first time since Max’s death.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sound,” Dash says, watching me.

“It feels good to laugh,” I admit, resting my head on his chest. “So good.”

“You’re really leaving?” he asks, looking up at the ceiling.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I guess I am. Dash?”

“Yeah, Vi?”

“Kiss me,” I demand.

He kisses me.

And then he makes love to me.

And my first time couldn’t have been any sweeter.

*****

Dash

I watch her car drive away, and my heart breaks just a little.

I never knew what to think of Viola, but from the very second I saw her, there was something about her. I thought she was a pain in the ass, cute, beautiful. Full of courage. Strong, yet vulnerable at the same time. With all my responsibilities at home, Vi was my escape, something for just me. I took too long though, and now she’s gone before she’s even mine. I pull out my phone and send her a message.

Miss you already, Vi.

She replies instantly. I miss you too. I’ll message you every day, Dash. I’m still here for you, in text and voice.

I grin at that and reply, Do you promise?

I promise, she sends back.

I glance at her house, and then at Max’s one last time before I walk to my car.

Sometimes you get a fresh start, even when you don’t want one.

Things change, and you need to adapt. Feel things, and then let them go.

But I never let Vi go, not entirely.

And I never will.





Chapter Eight


Nine Years Later


Viola

“You have really nice teeth,” the man says to me, leering in a creepy way. “They’re very white.”

“Umm, thank you,” I say, thinking the compliment is extremely random. I look back down at my drink, hoping he gets the picture, but he just keeps talking. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

I’m extremely single, but I don’t want to tell the man that. “I do, yes.”

“Oh,” he says, looking around. “Where is he?”

“He will be here any moment now,” I lie, forcing a smile. “I’m waiting for him.”

“Not nice to keep a lady waiting,” he huffs then wanders off.

The bartender chick laughs. “What a creeper.”

I glance up to look at her. “Tell me about it. Although he gets points for the originality of his pickup line.”

“What was it?” she asks curiously, leaning on the bar.

“He said I have really nice, white teeth.”

She laughs, eyes dancing with amusement. “If he kept at you, I was going to save you.”

“Thank you,” I tell her, smiling. “I’m Viola.”