Forbid Me

By: M. Robinson



“Stop,” Jacob warned as I tried to pull him closer to me by his shirt.

“Oh, come on, everyone’s inside. No one will see us.”

It was nightfall. The bright full moon loomed over the horizon like a beacon. We were standing outside on the beach that held so many memories. It gave me a sense of comfort like it had when I was a child. We spent endless nights outside together.

Just. Like. This.

He looked up toward the house behind me. “Kid, I can see them. If I can see them, then they can see us.”

I shrugged. “I don’t care,” I honestly spoke.

“You don’t mean that.”

“See… there’s the problem, Jacob. I’ve always meant it.”

He took a deep breath, his masculine chest lifting before he crossed his chiseled, muscular arms over his chest. The gesture immediately reminding me how they felt wrapped around my body.

“I love you. It’s that simple for me.” I shrugged again.

“I love you, too. You know that. I’ve always loved you, but that doesn’t change the fact that this is wrong. What we’re doing, what we’ve been doing since you were fifteen behind everyone’s backs is fucking wrong.”

“Why? Why is it so wrong? I’m not a child anymore. I’m twenty-four years old. I know you’re ancient and all, but fuck.” I grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled, “You little shit.”

“We’ll figure it out. He has a right to know. They all do.”

He nodded, knowing I was right. “I won’t lose you ever again. You’re mine, Lillian.”

The possessiveness of his words radiated all around me. His voice making me feel warm all over.

I beamed, peeking up at him through my lashes. I secretly loved it when he called me by my full name. It made me feel older for some reason. I know it didn’t make any sense, what woman wanted to be older? No one would understand until they knew our history and walked a mile in my shoes. It took us a long time to get to this point, but we made it here nonetheless. Nowhere near where we needed to be. God only knows if we would ever get to that point.

Have you ever wanted something so badly that it consumed your very being? Something that you could practically taste on your tongue? Something that was all you thought about, day in and day out?

The feeling is so intense that it becomes a part of you. You could feel it under your skin, in your heart, consuming your mind.

That was Jacob to me.

He was my core.

I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t want him.

When I didn’t think about him.

When I didn’t love him.

He put his arms around me, engulfing me in nothing but his scent and strong hold. He towered over me, making me feel so tiny against him. I loved that, too.

I stood on the tips of my toes, nestling my face in the crook of his neck and murmured, “Stay with me tonight.” Rubbing my nose back and forth on his skin.

“You know I can’t,” he groaned. I knew my touch had an effect on him.

“I know you’re old and it’s way past your bedtime. I mean you are thirty-one after all.”

He bit my neck making me yelp.

“Watch it.”

I giggled, “Stay. I’ll let you do things to me.”

“Right.” I knew he was grinning, I felt it against my cheek. “Because that’s a problem. I can’t keep clothes on you. All you want is for me to do things to you.”

“All the more reason for you to stay.”

“Kid, you’re staying here tonight, in his house.”

“So…”

“So?”

“He won’t know, I promise. It will be our little secret,” I tempted, using the same phrase I had since the beginning. Since our beginning. He pulled away and I followed suit. Jacob looked deep into my eyes with a perceptive smile on his face, reading my mind.

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