Nat's POV

He was late, he never was.
All the times we met during the past months he was always on time; it's something we always joked about, but this time it was worrying me.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around, ready to fight, but the man behind me was Bucky.

He was even more handsome than what I remembered, he cut his hair and now was in a suit, not the usual uniform I always saw him wearing.

-Hi- he said smiling -You're beautiful-.
-Hi- I said -You too-.

Then he was kissing me. I could feel he missed me the same way I missed him, I could feel how much he loved me from the way he was holding me, both arms around me keeping me trapped there.

Like a predator with his pray.

-We shouldn't be doing this- I said -Not anymore-.
-Shh- Bucky said kissing my head -Let's not think about it for now-.

And we stayed there like that, in each other arms and silent, for I don't know how much time.
It was when Bucky's phone rang that we had to move.

-My father is looking for me, he wants me to meet someone- Bucky said -I'll text you-.
He was leaving but I stopped him grabbing his hand.

-This is a goodbye- I said -I can't continue like this-.
-Nat...- he started saying but I stopped him.
-We said one last night- I said -I don't want either, but it's better if we don't meet anymore-.

And I left him there, alone on the roof.
I left the party with an excuse and called a taxi; the moment the car started moving to take me home I burst into tears.

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