Preview- Pumpkin Spice(x)
I hate that somewhere in between childhood and now we’ve learned to keep secrets from each other.
Like: I’m hopelessly in love with you.
Or, in her case: I’ve been shopping at the Brown Bag It for sex toys and condoms to use with some dickwad boyfriend who is not, and will never be, you.
A Modern AU. Rated E for explicit language and sexual content. The first four chapters can be read here.
A/N: Hey folks! I’m hauling ass on the last chapter of Pumpkin Spice. Here’s a preview. Thanks so much for reading and supporting the story… I promise not to keep you waiting much longer. <3c
With the taste of Katniss still on my tongue and the memory of her wrecked voice crying out that she loves me still echoing in my ears, I am forced to accept a truth that is as bitter as it is sweet: that everything happens—or, in some cases, not—for a reason. Every missed opportunity, every torment and doubt, all the nights we’d spent in other people’s arms or completely alone, listening to the clock strike midnight as we panted each other’s names under our breaths, pleasuring ourselves to the thought of the other, never knowing the other was doing the same…it brought us here, to this perfectly imperfect moment.
The reality is that when I was fourteen I met the love of my life, and she met me.
But I watched her as she grew up—stood by as she dated other guys, a parade of jerkoffs and fuckups who took her virginity and then whatever pieces of her they could—her innocence, her hope, her joy—until she thought she was broken and to blame, until she believed they’d stolen her fire too. And I did nothing but love her uselessly, holding her hand when I should have been holding her heart.
It took a box of Pumpkin Spice flavored condoms to get us to admit our feelings to each other—for her to fall apart and, in falling apart, to come back together.
It could have happened sooner, but it happened when it should—
So what’s the use of regret?