THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN AND HEAVILY EDITED. NAMES, PLACES, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. SOME STUFF WILL BE TAKEN OUT AND SOME WILL BE ADDED.
THE INITIAL PLOT STAYS THE SAME.
So, if you begin reading as of 5/21/2021 and choose to read ahead further than I have updated-some things might be confusing or might not make sense. As of right now and will continue, slowly, adding the new chapters as I write them. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE has been rewritten & updated.
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BITTERSWEET PART II
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Austin
Two weeks.
That's how long our blissful state lasted before everything imploded on us.
We went from zero to one hundred back to zero in a matter of fourteen days.
Three hundred and thirty-six hours. The best two weeks I'd ever experienced in my entire life. Perhaps, if I'd known that everything would come to a head sooner rather than later, I would have held onto her a little harder-a little tighter.
Because everything we thought we knew? It was about to change quicker than a blink of an eye.
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It was becoming lighter out. That was always my sign that we needed to get a move on it and head back to the farm before anyone woke up and realized we were missing. This had been the hardest part of my days for the past two weeks. It hadn't been the long-ass hours I'd been working. It hadn't been working in the sweltering heat of the Mississippi Delta. Most of all, it hadn't been omitting a very real truth from one of the only people that truly cared about me and my future.
No.
We'd been sneaking out almost every night to Broken Bayou Bridge, the same bridge she brought me to that first night we spent together. I never would've thought these were the moments I'd cherish the most-sleeping under the stars, laughing together, stealing heated and frenzied touches and passionate kisses with Elizabeth Hart-the woman I'd vow to spend the rest of my life with. This...Happiness almost didn't seem real.
This damn sure wasn't conventional, but this was the only time we truly got to ourselves.
The only time I got to kiss her and take my time with her body without constantly having to watch our backs for her father.
The only time I got to brace her stomach-our baby-without someone breathing down our necks.
Maybe this was foolish, thinking that we wouldn't get caught. But I was weak for her, with each passing second, I needed her more. So much more that the moments she wasn't near me, I couldn't think straight. I couldn't breathe without her.
My original time here was coming to an end soon. A month, actually, give or take a few days. It was time to make a move, form a plan because, at this point, I couldn't go on without her. I'd been ready to own up to everything once we'd gotten back from Jackson. Eliza shut it down so fast that it was unreal, and she was adamant that we keep everything under wraps for the time being and just enjoy what little time we had before everything got complicated.
I couldn't tell her no, I never wanted to have to be the one to deny her anything she wanted. We were going to do this her way even though I knew damn well how complicated things would eventually become. I tried to live in a perpetual state of happiness, just like she did. Don't get me wrong, what we had was more than I could have ever expected for myself.
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