Buried secrets, two girls with the same face, and a boy who loved too much.
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When Travis and Nicole meet on a bus for the first time, he thinks she's his ex, Rachel, who broke his heart two years ago. But he doesn't understand why she's pretendin...
AN: This is the first time they get intimate in his POV, and it gets intense.
T R A V I S
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IT WAS DIFFICULT TO tell how long we'd been here, taking photos, slow dancing, walking hand in hand leisurely as we talked, and sharing fruity kisses.
We returned to our spot as she grew tired. I sat on the blanket while she lay on the blanket with her head on my lap. The flowers danced gently with the breeze, the colorful blooms of the hydrangeas fluttering with the wind, releasing a sweet and slightly earthy fragrance all around us.
My fingers moved absentmindedly through Rebecca's soft hair, playing with it, smoothing it away from her face.
It was a breathtaking scenery of beautiful nature, with a breathtakingly beautiful girl right in the middle of it all.
"...but it's illegal to not know how to ride a bicycle at age seventeen, don't you think?" She snorted. "So we decided to teach Marilyn how to ride, promising her that we'll never let go. But when she wasn't paying attention, we quietly let go. She rode on and on perfectly until she suddenly realized she was doing it on her own, and she started screaming." She giggled. "She ended up falling in the park."
She babbled on and on, and I smiled a bit wistfully, thinking of the framed picture of the little girl in their living room, and knowing it was that little girl pouring her heart out to me right now.
"I wasn't a fan of cookies, but Merlinda made me love them. They used to have this British maid. Whenever we visited Merlinda for girl times, she'd serve us tea and cookies." She laughed with delight. "We sat and sipped like real posh English ladies."
"... and there was this kid in my class... I told him he'll go bald at twelve for being a meanie... and it's not like I use voodoo or anything, but I saw him buy a hair loss treatment at this shop one time..."
"...and Huxley licked my palm..." A delighted squeal. "Can you imagine? Also, the last time while I was waiting for you on the couch downstairs, he came all the way to me and snuggled up right beside me." She lowered her voice dramatically. "Don't tell anyone this, but I cried."
I watched her expressions: funny to annoyed to cute to wistful to happy to cute and right back to funny. She's stunning: cheeks pink from happiness, a pair of large blue eyes shining with joy, a slim, perfect nose. My fingers traced the crown of soft baby hair covering her temples as she went on and on, giggling at her own jokes.
Eventually she sat up, crawled into my lap, and laid her head against my chest, mumbling things she liked about me. It was a very, very long list, and my arms tightened around her.
How was it possible to feel these boundless emotions for someone? My feelings for this precious girl felt too enormous for my chest. It was an uncontainable swell, even with my body and soul combined.
