'There's a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play

There's a girl in the window tears rolling down her face

We're only lost children, trying to find a friend

Trying to find our way back home'

*SPENCER'S POV*

There was no one to judge or accuse. Though I wasn't alone, and I quickly felt that gaze stronger than any sensation burning through my body.

My head lifted automatically to the window, and here she was, exactly like all these times before, like ten years before. 

It was the same thin and blurry silhouette behind the next-door window, the same wild and bright red curls, the same attentive eyes, except she was wearing black instead of a baby pink dress. But nothing had changed as the scared boy walked up to his window, the erratic thumps of his heart settling in a new rhythm when their gazes met, and if today, I had no teddy bear in my hands, it only made it easier to climb down my window.

Just a bob of her head, and I was clinging to that large branch of the oak tree, jumping on my unsteady legs without even taking a second to wipe my tears. Dorothy had seen me at my worst, and she was still the best part as she welcomed me into her room again.

She was really there, her big eyes catching mine, her fingers twisting in front of her skirt, and her soft scent of cherry and wildflowers clearing out the thought that it could be just a dream. Yet if this part was true... the rest was too, and the scene with my dad was fogging my mind like the haze of a nightmare.

"Did... did you hear everything?" I peered up at her from under my brows, the croaky sound of my question making me wince.

"Only the part you screamed about your mom..."

Screamed?! Had I been that loud? From the half-smile tensing her lips before she looked down, I feared it had been louder than I'd imagined. Though no matter how strong, it couldn't be more deafening than the silence in that instant, as it echoed all those words screamed, whispered, and unsaid.

We still hadn't talked, and I didn't know where we were standing. Even literally, I was standing at a 'comfortable' distance, awkwardly, in a room that was unrecognizable, and it was the greatest reminder of everything that had happened in a month.

Her bed was still wearing pale sheets, and her desk, dressing table, and full-length mirror were exactly in the same state, but it was as if they had been moved into another world, where there was no picture of us. I would have surely been left crippled at this sight, if I hadn't already glimpsed those changes from my window a few weeks before, while here, I took unsure steps around to admire what was replacing them: constellations and planet drawings, and what couldn't be seen from the outside: the starry ceiling in a Milky Way gradation.

Even if it was in a painful way, it was breathtaking and... so Dorothy. This room had never resembled her more than in that instant, without any trace of me.

"Spencer..." Her soft voice pulled me back down, and I realized there was still something of me, over her heart: the moon pendant I'd offered her for her birthday. 

There was still hope, and it filled my chest more than oxygen as she turned to me.

"I'm sorry..."

Here we were with those three words. They weren't the ones I wished for, but they still hit straight to my heart, making it skip a beat.

"For everything."

I shook my head, although she couldn't see me as she glanced down at her hands, and I risked a step closer. "It's no one's f–"

"It's mine." She snapped her head up, the bright green of her eyes as assured as ever, even if it was behind a glistening veil. "I keep messing everything... until even your family and your home."

"My dad is good enough to mess the family by himself, and..." The home... where all my guards melted down with the tensions loosening in my muscles, and warm flutters engulfed me slowly, it was in that instant, under her gaze.

"You've never fought like that," she pointed out, and of course, it was true.

My dad and I rarely had fights, and I never talked back, even less used that kind of violence in my words. It wasn't like me, though I was doing more and more things that weren't like me these days.

"Maybe it needed to happen." I shrugged, trying to convince her and myself, but it didn't work as she continued in a quiet voice, almost the same as my conscience,

"You know he loves you, and... your mom's accident wasn't his fault."

"Still, it's because he put his precious law and work first that he didn't pick her up at my grandparents', and she took the road on an icy night." The words came out all in one go, from the same place as my outburst, where everything seemed to have simmered for too long. "If he'd left work on time, maybe she would still be here with us."

She would help me, offering me pieces of advice through one of her favorite books' quotes, maybe 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'. Maybe I would have already won back Dorothy instead of losing her more and more with everyone imposing me their views, and maybe I wouldn't have taken that gun. I wouldn't be standing like a stranger in this familiar room.

"Or maybe you could have been all three in that accident..."

I came back down to reality with the drop of her voice, and now that everything had come out, and the wave of nerves and emotions was calming, I could take in how empty I was.

"Maybe it would've been for the best..." The words slipped out of my lips in a mumble, but before their grave meaning could fall around, she intercepted them with a firm tone.

"Don't ever say something like that."

I barely even got to look down that she was stepping in front of me, her fierce eyes and cracking breath catching mine. "What would I do without you?"

I wanted to tell her that she'd been doing fine this last month and that she'd quickly replaced me, but I couldn't, not when she stared at me this way. Her emerald eyes were the most precious gems, always shining with sincerity, and in that instant, she was looking at me like when she was stargazing, like I was her whole world.

It silenced all my protests and questions, and all the words I'd desperately searched for, there was no need for them. Everything was in the dancing emotions of her gaze: all this past month and its unsaid, the fear, the chaos, the heartbreak... and mostly, there was Dorothy and Spencer forever.

We were finding each other again, the two lost children and the adults we were now. Nothing else mattered, and as easily, I saw the distance between us growing thinner as we both leaned in.

It was so perfect after all these times she'd slipped through my fingers that I didn't dare close my eyes until I felt the soft plumpness of her lips.

Only then, did I let go of all my barriers with the jump of my heart, which was even stronger than for our first kiss, although today, I wasn't caught off guard. Actually, it was more intense than all the kisses we'd ever shared combined, and it was like all the butterflies she'd ever stirred in my insides were flying back home, to her lips.

She was my home, from the swell of her lips that my mouth knew by heart to her wild curls, where my fingers still didn't mind getting lost in, and as that unique cherry sweetness tickled the tip of my tongue, I let the overwhelming warmth and familiar rush invade me completely. I knew everything would be alright.

Though it didn't stop the shiver of fear when our lips parted, and my hands instinctively reached around her back to make sure she didn't run away this time. She didn't, and any doubt melted away when her own hands leaned on my chest, and she stared back into my soul.

I had my princess back, my DD, my Dorothy, and I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, I'd missed her, and how I would never let her go. I wanted to scream, jump, cry... kiss her. Well, that, she got there first, kissing me again.

She had never been much for talking, and if I'd cursed this trait in the past month, I was reminded why I loved her impulsiveness with the bold caresses of her lips on mine.

This kiss was even more ardent as our mouths quickly found their bearings, and the first feeling of breathing the cozy warmth of home was giving way to the burning surge to run back into every corner we'd missed and explore for more. That was what we did as her teeth grazed my lower lip, having already memorized the faint gesture that turned the flutters of butterflies into swarms of dragonflies down my spine, and my hands grew more daring and possessive.

We found ourselves breathless in no time. Actually, I had no idea about time and space. It could have been three seconds like millions of light-years. Everything was a haze but her, and all I knew was that each kiss fueled the other until our lips felt like fusing lava, and her wandering hands were making my head spin faster and faster.

But we didn't stop, nor even slow down as we moved blindly around the room, bumping into pieces of furniture that only pulled her closer in my arms, and for once, I didn't worry one instant about breaking something. My attention was already fixed somewhere else as we gasped out of the kiss, and my lips trailed down her neck, her soft moans guiding me along the flushed freckles.

"Spen..."

I was right at the crook of her neck, between two pale freckles and a mole, when that one syllable came out of her lips, and I knew it because everything stopped for a suspended second: my lips, my breath, my hands, and my heart, before it all skipped to an erratic pace. Yet it wasn't because of her fingers pulling at my shirt, nor the needy breathlessness of her voice; it was only this single word.

"Spen..."

I hadn't dreamed it; she'd called me by my nickname for the first time since everything had happened, and that single word was the most powerful one, traveling like dynamite in my insides and unleashing something wilder than I'd ever felt.

My mouth resumed its course, but it wasn't just savoring; it was devouring as my teeth joined to claim her skin past the border of her neckline. Nothing could stop me, not even the marks I already found there, and I searched for pale inches that would pull out these sweet sounds of my nickname again, my lips naturally descending towards her heart.

I'd never crossed this boundary, yet as my right hand was slowly slithering the outlines of her waist and my lips hung above her neckline, the strong thuds there were vibrating like magnetic waves, her fingers in my hair tugging me in, and the desire coursing through my veins pushing me. So what was even holding me back?

"Can I?" I peered up at her dazed eyes, barely recognizing the husky sound of my voice, although it was fully annihilated anyway with her reply, which of course, wasn't a word.

She moved her head in a quick nod before stopping, pulling her fingers out of my hair, and she took off her shirt like the simplest thing in the world.

God, I loved that girl – No, that woman because the delicate curves she'd exposed had nothing to do with the little girl with whom I'd played by the water years before. She was a real woman, glowing more than ever, and I was weak to my manly instincts as she felt so soft under my hands.

She was arching to me, her breasts, barely covered by the flimsy fabric of her bra, rising each time faster towards my caresses, and I wasn't even sure how I was still standing when all the blood was being pumped down my pants. But as soon as I noticed the mattress behind, I toppled us over, still gently lowering her on the pale sheets like the precious princess she was.

"My princess..." I smiled above her heart as her fingers were already sneaking under my shirt.

Her touch was smooth like a princess indeed, but a pirate princess that held deviousness on the tip of her fingers, stealing my breath on her way, and she was already working on the buttons of my shirt, after having torn my tie away.

I gladly helped her, finally getting rid of the suffocating fabric that had been clinging to my skin for too many hours. Though I would have gone back through the crippling shivers, numbing heat, and cold sweat just to feel the tinglings of her touch. It was soothing and awakening at the same time, and I became hyper-aware of inches of my body I'd never noticed under the trail of her hands.

Quickly, my whole body was buzzing and teeming, and I shifted my hips forwards against hers for more, while my lips went to kiss her again on the lips, the neck, and above the tempting peaks pressed behind her bra.

Just as the thought was forming in the haze of my mind – or maybe somewhere lower – she wrapped her legs around my hips, and instead of a question, it was a groan that tumbled out of my lips, and enough assurance to take off her bra – at least, the assurance and determination to reach behind her back and fight with the snap because it took me a while to figure it out.

I was usually a pretty good student at school, but the little hook of metal under my shaky fingers made me doubt it, and the back-and-forths of our hips were testing my stamina more than a whole football game. Yet the adrenaline rushing in my veins when I finally managed to unclasp it was also much more intense, and her faint whimper when I softly kissed the rosy peaks of her breasts was the best reward – that, and the pleasure tightening down my groin as she arched closer.

I was already throbbing, and I knew I would come if we kept going. So I pulled away, which clearly wasn't my wisest idea as I took in the sight of her under me.

Her red curls were spread messily, contrasting with the pale sheets and her milky skin, just like her eyes, whose green was darker and more mystical than ever. Her lips were plump and cherry, a result and a reason for too much kissing, and lower, my gaze was following all the flushed dots: her freckles, her breasts, and my own marks with my love bites and the moon pendant. She was a piece of art, marvelous and perfect, except for one detail when my eyes arrived near her open legs.

Black didn't fit her. She was colorful and bright; she was hope and life, and I didn't hesitate before sliding off the rest of her mourning clothes, the black skirt skimming down her legs easily until all that was covering her were her white briefs.

"You're so beautiful," I breathed, my fingers tracing all these mesmerizing details to commit to memory more than the image, but also the silkiness of her skin, the heat she was emanating, and the dampness of her panties, along with the sinful sounds escaping her when my touch became more purposeful.

It was almost too much, and I had to close my eyes as a shot of desire traveled straight to my hardness again. I wasn't sure how I hadn't come yet, but I was harder than I'd ever been, and the confines of my pants were now pure torture. I would have taken them off if I hadn't been too busy, learning each pattern that made Dorothy shudder. 

However, her hands were free, and of course, she was quick to 'help'. That was the thing; in spite of everything that had happened, we still read through each other's minds, and we were complementary, maybe even more than ever as her fingers fiddled with my pants buttons, and mine were still above the wet stain of her underwear.

Dorothy and Spencer, her petite body, soft and daring under me, and my strong one trembling under her touch, and when I kissed her again, I could even feel the two pieces of our broken hearts. It was exhilarating.

"Dorothy," I groaned on her lips when her hands slipped into my briefs, and she finally released my hard length from the tight fabric to wrap it with another pressure, just the right amount that had my hips jerking forwards.

She was pumping my erection from the base to my leaking tip as if she'd already done that a million times. Okay, she had surely done it already, but it didn't matter when my name came out of her lips again.

"Spencer..."

I willed my eyes to open, meeting her blown-out pupils focused on me so genuinely, so carefully, so sinfully that my hardness twitched, my fingers leaped on the hem of her briefs, and my heart jumped, all in the same powerful bang as she wetted her swollen lips.

"Are you sure?"

That woman would never cease to surprise me, even after all these years.

"I think I'm the one supposed to ask you." I chuckled a sound that didn't come out as light as intended with how tensed I was, and it echoed even more strained in the sizzling air around.

It had to be said that her gaze was of a breath-taking intensity, and she was still absent-mindedly stroking me.

However, it was naturally that my hand pushed a few curls away from her flushed face.

"You're the one who's never..." Her eyes flickered to the ring at my fingers, just by her forehead, and the movement of her gaze, followed by a deeper pink hue on her cheeks, replaced the words pending.

We were far from the assumptions about me sleeping around with Diane and the words she'd screamed at me, and all those rumors would have surely burned down as fast as the rush of blood traveling up and down my body if anyone had seen me in that instant. 

Though I didn't care about what anyone was thinking; they could think I was a player, a coward, a liar, a future sheriff, a murder accomplice... as long as these bewitching green eyes saw the real me.

So I pulled lightly her chin back to me, holding her gaze as I didn't hide my blush, my smile, or my breathlessness.

"I'm sure I wanna make love to you." I let the words settle in Dorothy, in me, in the thick air around, and in each of my hectic nerves, but I didn't let them reach my fragile heart yet. "And... you?"

While I'd had a million words ready to slip past them to talk about how sure I was about this just a second before, my lips were suddenly dry, and not even a breath could pass when she bored her eyes deeper into mine, as if she was searching for the answer between the shine of my gaze for her and the depths of my soul – or maybe she was just lost inside her own mind?

"Yes..." she replied quicker than I'd expected, though the murmur almost echoed like a question in the charged silence, and it was once more to her hands that my heart was hanging.

It almost dropped when she pulled away, but as I realized where her rushed fingers were heading, my heart followed shakily her movements to hook inside the elastic of her underwear and wriggle out of the white fabric.

At that moment, there was no more shadow of doubt, and that was surely why my heart found an erratic rhythm of strong bangs, threatening to break out of my ribcage and jump to its owner.

"You're the most mesmerizing woman..."

Of course, I'd never seen any other woman bare like this, but I just knew it as my gaze traveled from her precious eyes down her plump lips, her subtle curves, and lower down her open legs...

"Oh god." I couldn't help the whisper when I reached her heat, and it surely wasn't the best moment to blaspheme, though I didn't care.

I would follow Dorothy down to hell, and it appeared like a tempting ride as I discovered the pink folds and crevices, glistening just for me.

She was offering herself to me, her legs open by my hips and her chest arching to bring me closer, and even if it wasn't how I'd always planned it to be, I gave her my left hand. There was no white tulle, no spoken vows, no threshold we'd crossed with her in my arms, and no ring of forever, but there was the most important: us.

If the last month had taught me something, it was that things rarely went as planned, and nothing was assured. I'd almost lost her, and as fast as a bullet, I knew I could still lose her. Yet right now, I had her hand at my ring finger, and she was holding my gaze as she grazed the thin circle of metal, her heated touch replacing the cold metal, and the tickles of our skins imprinting deeper than the engraving 'True love can wait'.

Her eyes flickered down to the meaningful movement, lights and shadows dancing in the emerald shades, and it was impossible to guess this same shaky hand had pulled the trigger and killed Douglas. She looked so pure, and knowing both only made my heart pump faster. I had to kiss her before the ring was even taken off.

So I pulled her to my lips with my right hand, my movements slow and passionate as I tried to express everything I felt through a language I knew she would understand. My mouth caressed, swirled, sucked until her lips parted, and the next second, the ring was off my finger, giving the kiss a whole new meaning.

My left hand, now lighter, joined the other to cup her cheeks, and I had no idea where the promise ring ended up as her own hands found my shoulders, chest, abs, and lower, but it didn't matter as she helped me kick off my pants the rest of the way, and there was nothing left between us. Our tongues were waltzing together, even our moans blending along, and as we laid back down again, other parts of our bodies joined slowly.

It was... I had no word for it. No metaphor, no hyperbole, no blaspheme could come close to describe the heat of our fleshes brushing, the tingles erupting at each point of contact, and the feeling of her wet folds against my leaking tip.

It just lacked one little thing for us to form one, and as we pulled away from the kiss, even our deep breaths mixing perfectly, I knew it was happening. It was echoing through all the pulsations of my heart, my hardness, and Dorothy's nerves, and with the sparks on my skin and the thickness of the air around, I was about to explode.

I needed her fully, and when I met the same desire in her dark gaze, it guided me to grab my length and position myself at her entrance, the primal hunger overpowering the shakiness of my hand, and the wetness of both our sexes already drawing me in. It felt natural like everything about her and me, and when I slowly pushed in, and her muscles stretched for me, it became us.

'Us', that was the word I'd been searching for, the only one to describe this rush of ecstasy when I was fully buried into her, and everything around disappeared. We both sucked in a breath at the sensations, our parted lips hovering over each other as we tried to savor every detail of us, or maybe just not to drown in the consuming pleasure already.

"Spen... move please." She circled her hips, while I stayed still for another few seconds, trying to keep myself from coming right then and there at the rawness of her plead and just the feeling of her.

I'd always known she was my perfect half, but it was now literal as she was engulfing me in her warmth, and when I pulled my hips back to plunge back in, it became even truer. Every time, we were fusing closer and closer, my length reaching deeper inside her, and her walls sucking me in tighter as she wrapped her legs around my hips, and I rested my forehead on hers.

"Dorothy... oh my god," I panted as she arched to me, her chest flush against mine, and at this point, I would surely burn down to hell.

So might as well fuel the fire. I let my hands grope all the most sinful parts of her, from which I'd holden myself back for so long, and I didn't try to stop her lips when they headed for this sweet spot below my ear that only she knew about. On the contrary, I encouraged her with my grunts and the thrusts of my hips to claim me freely, and I cherished the twinkle of boldness it lit up in her gaze as I moaned her name. 

Just that glimpse was lighting me on fire, and all the rest was gasoline. I didn't even know where to look between her lips parted in a luscious O, her flushed skin glistening with a special glow, and down lower, her entrance stretching and swallowing my length again and again. Though my gaze always ended back to that sparkle in her eyes, melting in the desire of her blown-out pupils.

"I love you." The words slipped out of my blissful smile in the euphoria of the moment, or more exactly, the words were dizzying at this instant, especially, when she crashed her lips on mine.

It wasn't an 'I love you too', but the passion in the kiss felt stronger, and the wave of emotions shot straight to my heart before running lower.

"DD..." I had to lean away from her lips as more and more fire was gathering in my insides, tightening an impossible pressure behind my groin. "I...I won't last..."

That, she could probably feel it in all the tensed muscles she was touching and in the throbbing of my length, and I quickly let her guess the rest when I slid my hand between us.

"Dorothy and Spencer... forever," I whispered above her ear, my fingers feeling around her wetness because if I was about to come, I would take her with me in this euphoric abyss.

"Guide me." My breath was so empty that I wasn't sure she'd heard me, but she was definitely feeling my teeth tugging on her earlobe, and her shivering whimper let me know I was in the right direction.

I used all the adrenaline brewing in my veins on the movements of my lips and fingers, while still rocking my hips at a languid pace, keeping myself closely on the edge and pulling her with me.

"Oh yes, right here!" She grasped my shoulders as I circled her little bundle of nerves, and I didn't need long to figure out what she needed: fierce and feverish like she kissed, shot, and did everything.

With each stroke, it unraveled all her composure, giving way to the most primal facet of her as she dragged her nails down my spine, and her head rolled back. Finally, as the clench of her muscles set my thrusts to a wilder rhythm, and the tremble of her lower stomach spread to my whole body, she was the one leading me down the abyss.

"Oh my–"

I'd fantasized about this a thousand times, yet it was nothing like I'd imagined. It was better. I'd never felt such intense pleasure. It was white, hot, blinding pleasure, the strength making me jolt forward until I was buried completely into her, shuddering and throbbing in sync with her and what resembled a million confetti flying between us and exploding in each of my cells.

White, confetti, a sweet cherry taste, even fireworks... in the end, we were creating everything that was missing from what was planned, and we were keeping our promises. I even grabbed one of her hands to intertwine with mine, and she cried out my name like a vow as my release spilled inside her, and we both dissolved into an infinite of burning bliss.

It was perfection, and in spite of the heaviness spreading through my members, I kept myself propped on my elbows to watch her spasming with aftershocks as not even our tired limbs and panting breaths could keep us from floating.

We'd just shared the most intimate act, and the fierce fire was now giving way to a cozy, delightful warmth like home, though I was still high, as she was still enveloping me in her coziness, and I wouldn't come down anytime soon.

I had my Dorothy back in my arms, closer than ever, and nothing between us, so I knew everything would be alright. There was just one thing I wondered...

"Why did we wait for so long?" I chuckled, realizing how breathless I still was as I was arising a trail of goosebumps on her skin with the question, and my hands quickly tried to caress them away from her flushed cheeks to her soft stomach and passing by her chest, where I could feel her heart hammering faster than mine.

Okay, please don't hate me 🙈😬

I know you may not (or may) have expected this, but it had to happen. It's important for the story, and remember it's a love triangle, so I warned you ⚠️

And to be forgiven, and because the next chapter will be shorter than usual (but really important 🤫), I will post it on Friday to not make you wait too long 😘

Now, except for the curse words 😅, I want to know what you think. It was a meaningful and sexy moment, what do you think? 

Writing a sexy scene is always hard, and writing in a guy's POV too, so I really appreciate your feedback 😘

Don't forget to vote ⭐ if you can't wait for next chapter, and remember that I love you from the pit of hell where I'll hide from now on lol 😘🌠✨