Sometimes Moments (Sometimes Moments, #1)(54)

His refusal was one her heart appreciated. The moment she knew the truth meant the end of them. And as hard as she fought against him, she wanted Callum to stay, which meant the truth couldn’t come to light just yet.

“Callum.” She gripped his shirt tighter.

His nostrils flared as he held her harder. “I’m calling it, Peyton.”

Her heart stopped. The staples that held it together were slowly and painfully being removed one at a time.

“Please don’t,” she begged softly.

“Super—”

She pulled on his shirt to find his lips. Crashing and burning—her heart did both. He tried to pull back, but she kissed him harder, begging him to keep his mouth on hers. This was what she had missed. The attraction, the want, and the need he resisted between them. His lips moved against hers, prolonging the inevitable. Prolonging the safe word being said out loud. Prolonging their goodbye. Prolonging the death of her heart.

Painfully perfect.

It was the only way she could describe it. She was at fault for this, at fault for a lot of things. But right now, this was right. It was always right when she was with him. They fit. They made sense. At least she believed so.

His hands held her shoulders, steadying the pace, and her knees went weak. The breathless whisper of her name had her holding on to his shirt. Every kiss of hers was answered with his own desperate and willing ones.

She would rather spend the rest of time with his mouth on hers, but as all things do, his lips slowed down and their kiss ended. He lingered his lips over hers before he pulled her back at an arm’s length.

They searched each other’s eyes. She waited, hoped, and even prayed that he’d keep the safe word to himself. She had already made a choice. Unknowingly, she had chosen Callum over the two men who had been by her side as the seasons changed.

“Peyton, I’m giving you an out, the turn off the highway. Listen to Graham and take it. Walk away,” he said sadly.

She stared at her hands and slowly let go of his shirt. Then she looked up at him and shook her head. “I can’t. I’ve tried, Callum. My heart wants to forgive you. I don’t think I’ll be truly free until it does,” she confessed.

“That’s what you want?” Callum asked.

Peyton nodded. “Give me closure. Give me right now. Make me believe you. That’s it. That’s all I want.”

Lie. I want more.

But I can’t have more. Truth.

Relief filled his eyes as he gave her a slight smile and a nod. “I wish I could offer you more, Peyton.”

“But you can’t. So, why try? Let’s just make the wedding something amazing. Then mutually part ways this time.”

“Okay,” Callum said and dropped his hands from her. “Want me to walk you home?”

She gave him a bittersweet smile. He used to ask her that same question after every shift she finished at the hotel.

Peyton nodded, not trusting her voice. Then she turned around and made her way back to the lake. He didn’t grab her hand like he used to. Instead, he walked in sync with her. When she turned her head and looked at him, his lips were pressed hard together as he concentrated on what was ahead of him. The old him was in there somewhere. The moment he caught her staring, she decided that she would try to find him again.

Get ready, heart. We won’t survive this time.





“Peyton,” he whispered in her ear.

With her eyes still closed, she smiled. “Yes,” she breathed.

He placed a kiss on her neck, and she leant back on his chest, letting his arms circle around her waist.

“Look up at the cherry blossoms.”

Opening her eyes, she peeked up to see the light shining through. Beautiful and glorious. It reflected off the pink flowers, making them almost clear.

Her smile grew larger as she softly said, “Beautiful.”

“I know,” Callum said.

Peyton turned her head to see him staring at her.

“But they’re nothing compared to you. Nothing will ever be as beautiful as you.”

She twisted her body so that she was on her side then cuddled up next to him. The ridiculous smile on her face didn’t go away and she kissed his jaw. It never felt real when he complimented her. It was new. But she was in love with the way he saw her and spoke of her. Since being released from hospital, she had spent her days in bed recovering. Today was an exception. The moment Callum had shown up at her window, she’d handed him a blanket and had him help her out of her room. Then he laid out the blanket and they sat under their tree.

“This is my favourite spot in the world,” he said, holding her tighter.

Peyton glanced up at the flowers one more time before she said, “I told you it was just a kiss.”

“It wasn’t. I knew it even before you asked. I’ve known it would be more with you the moment I held your hand when we were thirteen. It took four years, but I’m finally yours. I love this tree. Each time I think of it, I think of what it felt like kissing you for the first time.”

He didn’t let her reply to him. He made her speechless. It also didn’t help that he pressed his lips on hers, kissing her the way he had claimed her heart.

Falling in love with Callum was as simple as falling in love with breathing:

One of the most unknowing, willing, natural and completely necessary tasks one does.