Finding Faith by Ysabel Wilde Read Free Book Online Page A

body. The slight relief it gave made me feel marginally better. I still had a hard-on, but it diminished quite a bit. Nothing I couldn’t wait and take care of once I got home.
    I was in a shock. The woman I planned to propose to years ago, but lost my nerve, kicked me out flat on my ass. I didn’t even know how I contained myself. I wanted to go back, force myself inside and kiss her until she realized that she was mine.
    Then it sunk in, the same thought I had while in her place. The warm condo and warmer woman I left mere minutes ago were never meant to be seen by my eyes. Faith never wanted me to find her. She moved on, never looking back, not wanting me to be a part of the new life that she created.
    Maybe she did mean it when she said she didn’t love me. If she loved me, would she have done that to me? I wasn’t going to let her off that easy. I wanted answers. I wanted her.
    The only thing I did know positively was the woman I tried to seduce up in that condo wasn’t my ex-girlfriend.
    Faith was strong-willed, self-assured, fun. I didn’t recognize the stranger I was storming away from.
     
    The last night we saw each other we met at a deserted baseball field. We favored one of the dugouts because the backside faced the street to help keep our extracurricular activities from prying eyes.
    When the dugouts were new they had been a royal blue, not a chip in the entire enclosure. Over the years, with lack of upkeep, it had turned into a faded peeling shell.
    It was a miracle that the slightest breeze didn’t tip it over. The condition didn’t matter to me. I only saw it as it had been when we’d first found our secret spot while in high school.
    I realized it was juvenile to want to meet in our former high school rendezvous, but I couldn’t resist. I needed to use all of my secret weapons tonight. Feeling the hard box in my front pocket, I knew I had to convince her to stay.
    A blanket was spread out at home base so we could watch the stars. But not before I checked for stones underneath, I wasn’t going to take any chances on having the night ruined. Once I was convinced the blanket was perfect, I started to lay the rest of my plan of seduction out. A bucket of ice cradling champagne at the upper left corner, a dozen mauve calla lilies directly across from the bottle at the right end, my Ipod at the other corner playing Michael Buble and, on the final corner, I set out a faded brown journal with a silk crimson colored book mark placed inside.
    By the time I was done, I was sure she should have been there. My phone didn’t show any missed messages and she was fifteen minutes late. I sent her a text and waited.
    I was about to text Faith again when, as if on cue, a light wind picked up and she was walking towards me. My heart jumped into my throat. It always did when I saw her, but tonight it stayed there, frozen in fear of rejection.
    Her black hair was blowing untamed around her head, making me wish I was the cause for it. It was a wet dream brought to life. The summer dress she had on was flowing and fluttering like the kind of kisses I wanted to do against her creamy thighs.
    Before she could cross any more of the field, I darted up to her, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist, pulling her against me hard, attacking her mouth with a long, desperate kiss.
    As our lips separated I noticed faint circles around her eyes. “You had a soccer game today?” I asked, while also noticing her nose looked messed up.
    “What?” Faith asked seeming confused.
    “You have the start of black eyes,” I said tracing the light purple hue of one of the circles tenderly with my thumb. “Did you break your nose trying to head bump the ball?”
    “Yeah, I guess.” She fidgeted in her spot before continuing, “I made a pretty stupid move.” Faith’s cheeks flushed with the admission.
    Faith prided herself on being one of the best defensive players on her team. To get a broken nose from such a simple move for her was a