HE LOWERED HIS head and slowly hovering my face more. “The hardest thing I have ever done is walk away while I’m still madly in love with you, Margaux.”
Before I knew it, our tongues entwined in a kiss, just enough to intoxicate my mind. My arms spontaneously hugged his nape, grasped his hair so tight, and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. The kiss that I dreamed of last night. The kiss that I was longing for so long . . .
He drew away slowly, lick his lower lip as his forehead rest to mine. “I love you, and I want to be the very best for you. I will not allow that man to be the father of my son. Not this time, Margaux. And I will not give up on you easily,” he said straight and firmly.
***
THE DAY WENT so fast but smoothly. I can’t even remember that day—the day we last met Lawrence.
This is what I want, right? It’s all over with us. I do not intend to overturn my decision. But as time went by, and as Clarence grew, I feel like I’m carrying something heavier in my chest.
“Are you guys ready?!” Peter said energetically.
“Yes, we are ready!” I answered.
Peter quickly took Clarence from me. Doris is off today, and Peter decided to take Clarence and me for a walk today. Also, Mom and Dad are not here because they have an important business trip.
“How are you, little kiddo?” Peter asked Clarence sweetly.
Even though the boy did not answer, I am sure he was glad to see Peter. I was already carrying Clarence’s belongings when I was stopped by an oncoming vehicle.
My heart raced unexpectedly, especially when it stopped right in front of me. Moments later, the door opened, and it spat out Lawrence.
I openly gaped as I observed his tight jaw with an angular shape filled with little stubbles. I almost drowned in his presence as he stepped closer to me. My jaw slowly hit the ground as I looked at his soft, sharp lips that very attractive and captivating. Even if I don’t smell it, it obviously smells good. And he’s wearing a black polo shirt paired along with denim jeans and black shoes.
In that instant, he turned and caught my eye before I could turn away. There seems to be a magnet sticking between us. His eyes come closed, and it makes me want to feel how his lips move in a kiss and how his hands follow the curves of my body.
“What are you doing here, Saavedra?” Peter said right behind my back.
I blinked and quickly averted my eyes.
“I came here to visit my son,” he said confidently.
Peter stepped towards me then glanced at me before Lawrence. “Do you have the right to visit your son?” Peter asked him bluntly.
A muscle on his jaw clenched annoyingly. “I’m his father, Mr. Monteverde,” Lawrence said with a smirk.
I heard Peter gnashing his teeth and muttered a curse. In the end, he said nothing but grabbed my wrist to ask him to leave.
Lawrence looked down at my wrist with a twisted face. I was about to pull my hand away from it, but Peter stopped me firmly.
“As you can see, we are planning to have a family bonding today, Mr. Saavedra,” Peter said seriously.
“I hope you don’t mind if I join you?” Lawrence said as his eyes shifted to me.
His eyes were dark and totally unreadable. My heart pounded even more because of the growing tension between him and Peter.
“What did you say?!” I feel Peter’s grip tighten on my wrist. I know he only suppresses his anger.
“Yes, you heard me right. I’ll go with my son.” A ridiculous grin spread over his face.
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