My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

"You're thoughtful," I remarked, my gaze fixed on Jacob who lay beside me.

"I don't deserve all the credit," he replied, adjusting his position by propping his head on his arm, "Most people know beaches look even better at night. The sea's beauty is unmatched." A smile appeared on my lips, for reasons unknown.

This moment with Jacob was beautiful. Our fingers intertwined, his eyes meeting mine, our breathing in sync, and the sky blending into the endless blue sea.

The gentle waves brushed against our feet, filling me with bliss.

"Not everyone," I sighed, gazing at the star-filled sky, like a magnificent, glittering veil. "Many fail to see its magnificence, finding it boring."

He remained silent, his eyes fixed on me.

I pulled Jacob's hand closer, tracing my fingers over its back as I admired the sky.

"Tell me something, Jacob," I turned my head to face him, "How many relationships have you had?"

A flicker passed through his eyes, a hint of hesitation evident. He seemed slightly uncomfortable.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about--" I couldn't finish my sentence because he spoke up.

"Not many," he sighed, "I never really sought long-term commitments. Most of the time, it was more casual. Though I did have a few relationships in the past."

"How did they end? On a good note or..." I left the question hanging, letting him fill in the rest.

"Mutually," he responded, "There were no strings attached, so it was always easy to break free and move on."

"This is why you don't want to settle down?" I asked, intrigued. "Did you fear it would restrict your freedom?

"Not really. We all have our reasons, some of which we prefer to keep hidden," he said, his voice softening. "My life has been complicated, Evelyn. I didn't want further complications. That's why I chose to live this way."

"So, that's why you're not married? Because you don't want a conventional relationship?" I probed.

"Kind of, yes," he admitted. "And I believe it was the right choice. There's nothing inherently special about it. You fall in love, spend more and more time together, expectations rise, your life revolves around your partner, and eventually, love fades either from one side or both. It's all just a temporary attraction, a trap."

His belief actually surprised me, revealing that there were hidden depths beneath his exterior. I realised that there might be mysteries, secrets, or perhaps even traumas he carried within. Unlike me, he was not an open book, there was so much yet to unfold.

I hadn't heard such a range of emotions in his voice before.

"You're right, but there's another side to the story," I began, "It's true that love can sometimes fade between two people. But have you ever considered the bright side? The part where you learn to heal, live for yourself, and discover a new purpose?" I smiled gently, "Take my dad as an example. When my mother left him, he was devastated. His smiles were rare. But as time went on, he transformed. And you know what? My dad often tells me that I'm his reason for living, and I never doubt it because I've seen how much I mean to him. He found his happiness in me. And now that Clara has come into our lives, everything is even better than before. She loves my dad unconditionally, flaws and all, and cares for me as if I were her own daughter. My dad has never been happier."

He simply looked at me, his gaze searching and contemplative.

"So, just because love failed us once doesn't mean it will always be that way," I smiled, "Life has so much more to offer if we're willing to embrace it." I leaned closer, pressing my forehead against his.

I closed my eyes, basking in his warmth. Shortly after, I felt him close his eyes too. "Will you tell me something, Jacob?" I asked.

He hummed softly, his nose gently brushing against mine.

"Do you think a relationship would complicate your life, or is it love itself that scares you?"

He remained silent. Yet, in his silence and the soft sigh that escaped his lips, I found my answer.

It was love.

Pulling back slightly, I lifted my hand to caress his cheek, tracing his stubble with my thumb. "Have you ever been in love before?" I inquired, searching his eyes. The brilliant green in them could rival the beauty of the sea.

Nonetheless, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about Jacob that I didn't know.

Jacob's silence this time felt different, devoid of any hidden answers. Suddenly, he appeared less relaxed and carefree. His body tensed, and his breathing grew heavier.

"You don't need to tell me now," I reassured him, offering a gentle smile as I planted a light, tender kiss on his lips. "Just give me your answer whenever you feel ready."

He nodded, exhaling softly as the tension in his muscles slowly subsided.

A few moments passed in silence, neither of us speaking. Sensing Jacob's impending question, I anticipated it and shifted my position, straddling him.

I took hold of his hands, guiding them to rest on my hips, knowing that it was his favourite place.

I leaned closer to his face, my fingers curling around the fabric of his t-shirt, and our lips met, closing the distance between us. A warmth spread through me as our lips moulded together and he slid his hands down to cup my butt as he pulled me more into him.

He licked the seam of my lips, demanding entrance and once I allowed him, he thrust his tongue into my mouth. The kiss began getting heated, and a blaze passed through both of our bodies.

Once we parted our lips, Jacob sat up. He pressed his lips against my neck, assaulting it with hot and heavy kisses; He grazed his teeth against a particular spot of my neck and it made a moan rip through my throat.

His hand slipped inside my crop top and he cupped my breast over my bra. I threw my head backwards, and a quivering breath left my mouth as he tortured me with his slow languid kisses.

His other hand moved to grab my throat, and he pulled me close so that he could devour my lips once again. I gasped into his mouth when he squeezed my butt.

"You are very fragile," He spoke against my lips once he finally broke the kiss. His breathing was surprisingly calm compared to my erratic one. He had left me breathless.

"Not as much as you think," I replied, my breath uneven as a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Perhaps," he nodded, attempting to hide a smile, "You might be even more fragile than I presumed."

A frown formed between my brows, but I struggled to find the right words to counter his assumption.

"We should probably go, my love," he chuckled, his fingers gently stroking my cheek, "We can't afford to raise any suspicions."

Although I wanted to linger a little longer, I couldn't deny the logic in his words.

"Yes," I nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Let's get moving, then," he smiled, preparing to rise.

But my hands instinctively gripped his t-shirt, halting his movement.

I wavered, struggling to vocalise the words that lingered on the tip of my tongue, desperately trying to push them out.

"Is something wrong?" he noticed my hesitation.

"Um... actually," I took a deep breath, "Nevermind, we should just go."

As I tried to rise, it was his turn to stop me: Jacob's firm grip on my waist halted my movement. He held me in place, determination etched on his face.

"No, tell me," he demanded, his voice leaving no room for evasion.

Don't embarrass yourself, Evelyn. Just say it.

"Well, you and I, neither of us know how things between us will unfold or how long they'll last," I began, my words cautious, "Perhaps, after my dad's wedding, we may not even see each other. You might become engrossed in your business, maybe even go abroad, and I might find distractions of my own. But..." I hesitated for a moment, exhaling a small breath.

"But?" he prompted, his voice softer than ever, and his eyes filled with an enigmatic gaze.

"For the time being as we stay here together. In the remaining few days, I want it to be us. Just us. No other woman should be involved," I expressed, gathering my thoughts. "These experiences I'm having with you, Jacob, are completely new to me. It's truly my choice to share my firsts with you. I enjoy your company. I know our affair is morally wrong, but I can't deny how much I care about you and I don't give a fuck about the wrong and right. I don't know what the future holds for us, if it will end badly or perhaps end for good. But regardless of that... I simply want it to be you and me, as long as we're together. If it's too much to ask, please let me know, and I'll--"

"It's not too much to ask," he interrupted, his hands gently cupping my face. "I'm yours for as long as you want me." His intense gaze locked with mine, causing my heart to race.

I sat stunned for a moment, while gigantic fireworks exploded inside me, filling me with giddy excitement.

"And, Evelyn," his words brought me back to reality, "there won't be any other woman. It will only ever be you." With that, he pressed his lips against mine.