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We were both orphans.
While Johnny Moore was the product of alcohol and bad decisions, he never let his family define him. And me? Well, let’s just say that my mother’s unwanted pregnancy almost destroyed her family name and leaving me behind was the best decision she ever made.
Johnny and I made a pact all those years ago—never leave. Two simple words that always gave me hope. Something solid to lean on when things got tough.
But I guess promises are meant to be broken. The memory of Johnny walking away on his eighteenth birthday will forever be burned into my heart like a brand.
Ten years of forgetting him. Ten long years of forging my own path and trying to make my dreams come true…without him.
Nothing could have prepared me for the series of events that brought me back to Pebble Brook Falls and face-to-face with Johnny Moore. The very man I wanted nothing more than to forget…forever.
And nothing could have prepared me for the man that was the embodiment of my weaknesses. With his towering height, southern accent, and a smile that made me weak in the knees, I was completely helpless against him.
He had been my first for everything, and I mean everything. And even though I knew he was the only person who could break my heart, the moment I laid my eyes on him after ten years, I knew I wanted him to be my last—my forever.
The only question was, would he even want me to stay?
I grasped his large hand in mine and brought it to my lips, pressing gentle kisses to each of his knuckles. He watched me with hooded eyes that tracked my every movement. The air was thick between us. Tension buzzed and I thought he might pull me down to kiss him again as his lips parted.
But instead, he said, “I’ve missed this so much.”
I knew what he meant because I felt it too, but I still wanted him to say it out loud. “What did you miss?”
The tilt of his lips revealed his dimple, nestled deep against the edge of his mouth. Even after all these years, he still knew me so well.
“I’ve missed you, Lo. I’ve missed the way the moonlight turns your blonde hair silver. How your tiny button nose scrunches when you’re frustrated. And the way your blue eyes light up every time you see a furry animal.” His gaze dipped to my mouth, an intense smoldering burned in his irises. “And the way you always taste of sweet nectar when you open up for me.”
The pad of his thumb scorched me as he slid it over my bottom lip. When he pulled down slightly, the hunger I felt for him intensified. When we made love for the first time, it was tender and innocent. Neither one of us had a clue of what to do. And though neither one of us had been with anyone else, I still knew things would be different if we crossed that line now. Johnny was no longer a gangly teenager. He was a man in every sense of the word. And I wanted to see just what those twelve years of experience could do.
Brianna Remus is a Florida-based author who lives with her husband, three pups, and terrorizing cat. She started her writing journey in 2016 to ward off the woes of graduate school. The light-hearted hobby quickly turned into a passion filled dream that consistently distracts her from the real world.
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Sounds good. Thanks for the chance!
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