Stolen Heart

Chapter 16

Sarah POV-

"Ross wait!" I yelled as I ran through the door, chasing after him. I turned him around, and he looked at me with sadness in his eyes. I tear rolled down his cheek, and I pressed wiped it away with my thumb, leaving my hand caressing his cheek.

"Talk to me." I said still rubbing my thumb around in circles on his cheek. "I-I love you." He said. "I thought you loved me." I replied softly. He shook his head, and touched my hand that was rested on his cheek. "I never stopped." He said. "I didn't either." I said. He smiled, then leaned into my lips.

Our lips touched, and more fireworks went off than me and Riker's kiss. "Can I ask you something?" He asked after our kiss. I nodded my head. "Will you be my girlfriend? Again?" He asked. I pecked his lips quickly. "Yes." I replied.

He smirked, then embraced me into his arms. "Let's go home." He whispered. "Absolutely." I said. We intertwined our fingers together, then walked down the stairs. "Wait, what about my stuff?" I asked. "Go pack, then let's go home." He said. I rushed up the stairs, packed my things as fast as I can, said my goodbyes, then loaded the taxi that Ross got for us.

Then when I finished loading the taxi, I remember something I forgot. Riker.

I sprinted to the backyard, then opened the shed. "Riker!" I whispered. "Sarah!" He whispered back, slowly approaching me. He put his hands on my cheeks then leaned into my lips, but I pulled back. "Riker I-" I started. "What? You don't love me anymore?" He asked. "No it's- it's just I'm back together with Ross." I said. He removed his hands from my cheeks then backed up. His happy expression faded. "So am I supposed to go home by myself?" He asked. I sadly nodded my head. I knew he couldn't come with us. Ross didn't know he was here.

"I'm sorry." I said. He shook his head, then walked out of the shed. What did I do?

I remembered the picture I left in my pocket. I quickly took it out, and opened it slowly. It was riker and I. He was lifting me up, trying to retrieve the football out of my hands. That was one of the best days ever.

I crinkled the paper back up, and put it back in my pocket. I started walking back to the car, when I heard, "Riker stop!" Then a loud slap.