Her lips pressed against his own almost made his heart stop entirely. The ache was so raw and real that the male feared he could be hurting her with the way his finger tips held her so deeply. The kiss lasted for a fleeting moment, one that he’d pay millions to get back. Casper knew that the kiss probably meant a lot more to him than it did to her. She was in shock, adrenaline was surging through her veins, her mind acting on impulses that she’d spent years submerging. Sophia had gone through her grieving process, more or less, fully believing that he was gone, but for Casper – she’d been his reason for not giving up. There were days where hunger rocked him to his core, he’d been so weak, so tired, but he could never have forgiven himself if he were to die days before being rescued.
An endless list of confessions hovered on his tongue, threatening to spill and potentially put her in a place where she’d have to make a troubling choice. Casper had almost completely forgotten about the babe in her arms and while the child was no more than a two at most, Casper didn’t care for it. He could feel a selfishness brewing inside him, as he’d fought through all sorts of things to get back to her, only to find she was busy and taken with someone else. It was no ones fault, an unfortunate stroke of bad luck. Exhaling deeply, Casper let his eyes drop between them, his mouth slightly parted as the lingering sensation of her lips against his own tortured him with memories. “I want to be a part of your life,” there was a hesitance in his tone, as he knew what he was about to propose was borderline insensitive. “How big that part is, is up to you…”
It was a lost of pressure to place on her, but Casper found himself unable to be subtle. While it was an awful thing to hope, he wished dearly that she wasn’t happy in her relationship. That the split would be simple and clean, for both parties – but no one had two children within the space of four years if they were miserable together. “I don’t want to mess anything up for you,” he admitted, frowning as he let his hues connect with hers once more. “I need you to paint me some guidelines,” he nodded, attempting to be respectful of her and her relationship. “Because right now everything is well and truly blurry and I don’t think I could handle losing you due to a misunderstanding of what it is… You want,” it was a loaded statement. But if she asked, he’d step away, remove his hand from the curve of her waist and move on from the women who gave him the strength to survive.
The feeling of her lips pressed against Caspar’s brought a whirlwind of memories flooding back to her, everything from their last kiss to the last time she saw him before the plane went missing. She’d spent years convincing herself that she was never going to see him again, trying to come to terms that the man she had loved most was gone from her life, and now here he was, just as real as the day he left. She couldn’t even bring herself to imagine what it would have been like, trapped on an island, not knowing if anyone was ever coming for you. She couldn’t help but feel racked with guilt, not only had Caspar lived through that but he’d come home to find her with not one, but two kids.
If Sophia was honest with herself, she wasn’t all that happy in relationship, she hadn’t been for a long time. It was almost as if ever Eve had come along, Nate had wanted nothing to do with her or the girls, staying out late at nights and seeming to be in another world when he was home. She’d stayed with him for the sake of her daughters, wanting to try give them a complete family. Sophia hadn’t seen him in days though, not since their fight earlier in the week. “I do,” she blurted out, her cheeks flaming scarlet. “I do want you in my life that is, I would seriously struggle if you just turned around and left,” she admitted, gaze dropping away from him as she adjusted Eve on her hip, trying to gather her own thoughts before she’d say something she’d regret.
"Did you maybe want to come inside?” Sophia asked before she even really had time to think, motioning to her house. “I feel like there’s a lot to discuss and it might be better if we were sitting inside instead of standing in my front yard.” she spoke, her voice quiet as a soft smile tugged at the edges of her mouth. Not only was there a lot to discuss with him, there was a lot she needed to figure out in her own life, mainly the situation with Nate and if whether being in an unhappy relationship for the sake of the kids was worth it anymore. She was sure, hoped, that if things did end with Nate that they’d understand eventually, realising it was better off for the two of them to be apart. “I just still can’t believe you’re actually here,” he repeated, her hand running across his arm once more before she let it drop, waiting for him to decide whether or not he wanted to go inside.
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