𝙑𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙣 || 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧

Thirty.

"I didn't mean to wake you up, Benny. Go back to sleep."

With an exasperated sigh, he rolled his body over onto Margo's lap and rested his head on her thighs. His eyes locked with hers and with a small smile gracing her pump lips, he let out a soft moan. Even after all this time, certain things she did never failed to make the blood rush to certain areas in his regions, and this morning was no exception.

"Well, I'm awake now." He grumbled playfully.

Peering down to the tent in the white sheet, she smirked in satisfaction. "You can't tend the farm with distractions now, can you?"

"Wanna know what I think about as a distraction?" After hearing a small hum in response, Ben continued, licking his lips. "You in your army clothes, all hot and bothered in the jungle."

Scoffing, Margo lightly slapped his chest. "I was hot and bothered, but not in the sense I assume you're talking about."

"You were in your hotel room though." He sang.

"Oh, shut up." Margo pushed him away from her lap and stood up from the bed. "I'm gonna go and make breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"Not for food."

In a swift motion, he'd pulled Margo back onto the bed, only this time round, he was in control and raging with hormones and power. With her legs slightly agape and her dress revealing her mid thigh, Ben took the opportunity to retrain her hands by her side and tease her by leaving delicate kisses on her inner thigh. It drove them both crazy.

With her skin tasting like the vanilla body wash she'd used this morning, her essence was divine and by the second, his lusty hunger increased and he couldn't contain his excitement. The seconds rolled into minutes and when they found themselves riding out a wave of sheer passion, Ben's fingers dug into her hips and her legs were around his waist, situated on top of him. Magnificent sparks flying rampant, Margo was easily infatuated by the only healthy drug there is. And with desire in their eyes, they finished their climaxes simultaneously, sweating, gasping for a breath and bewildered smiles. From here, things were looking positive.

When Margo moved off him and gathered her garments, Ben groaned. "Oh, come on. You're bound to be ready for round two!"

"Round two or a second baby?"

"Both!"

With the sound of wheels spreading out across the dirt pathway, Margo peered between the linen curtains and noticed the red delivery van inching towards their drive. Now, Ben stood with only his shorts on but it was enough to keep his modesty, so, she voulunteered for him to retrieve the mail.

"I need to get dressed." She poked her bottom lip out to which Ben kissed tenderly. "Be a doll and get the post, will ya?"

Nodding his head, a smug smirk resided on his lips when Margo marvelled at his chest and with her eyes scanning the hollows of his body, she ripped her vision away and pushed him out of the room, rolling her eyes at his husky chuckles that could be heard from the hallway.

When she slipped on the remainder of her clothes and walked barefoot down the grey carpets in the landing, she made her way down the stairs and saw Ben standing, in all his half naked glory, holding a single letter addressed to Margo. He met her halfway, and with an eyebrow raised, he shrugged after handing her the envelope.

"It doesn't say who it's from."

Margo hummed and made her way into the kitchen and as she sat down at the table, opening the mysterious letter, Ben couldn't help but feel uneasy. It wasn't often she received a letter, unless it was for a missed therapy session or bills. Nevertheless, after a second of studying her face with a frown, he opened their wide fridge and collected the ingredients to make his family breakfast.

Dear Margo

By now, I'm probably a distant memory in your mind and rightly so. I was foolish to believe you'd walk away from your perfect life for someone like me, but I was even more foolish to believe that history would repeat itself.

If is easier now that we no longer lurk in the shadows, afraid to be caught. Even though our actions weren't suspicious, our feelings and behaviour definitely rang alarm bells in my brother's mind ans I could visibly see the turmoil on his face every time you and I crossed paths. It was unfair for us to put him through that when he only deserved the truth and loyalty.

Yet, knowing a life without care is easier, no matter how hard I've tried to get over you, I still find myself thinking about you from time I time and wondering, what if I stayed? Would we have ended up in a bigger mess? Would you and Ben have split up? Would you and I have ended up together after all this time? Sometimes, the good memories hurt more than knowing I am unable to hold you the way I used to.

And while I have told myself not to fall for you again, I have paid a visit back to Texas, purely for selfish reasons. I'd be lying if I said I was here to apologise, but I won't. I ruined your wedding for a reason and maybe you understood why but you'd built a dream so perfect you believed to be reality, and so, you pushed me out of the picture.

And I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you. I got your calls and I watched them ring, ring and ring until they ended. Your letters stopped after awhile, along with your simple texts that demanded me to respond. I didn't have the courage to reply and I don't regret it. Call me a coward, but ignoring you was the best way to move forward. I guess I'm an even bigger idiot to think I'd get over you, because we all know that's impossible.

If you're not busy, I'd like to meet up by the park at noon, simply to turn this chapter to end the book. The closure needs to begin as a healing process. We both know we can't continue the rest of our lives with the toxic, forbidden love we share. As you know, it's excruciating and we deserve better. I mean, you have better, but I know i'm not going to find anybody like you, and that's for certain.

And if you don't meet up with me, I hope one day you'll realise I truly did care for you. Through thick and thin, from the moment we met til the last, I had your back like no other. It may not have seemed that way the day before we left in search for Lorea's money, but I stupidly thought that if I pretend not to care, you'd feel the same. Maybe if the tables were turned, we wouldn't have ended up like this.

Benny is a good man. He is impulsive, arrogant, narcissistic, cocky and hot headed, but he'd never hurt a damn hair on your head. You've changed him from a man whore to a doting father and maybe have tried to conquer the quest but of course, you've been the only one to succeed. You had the same affect on him that you had on me and now, it's time for him to enjoy it while it lasts.

Maybe one day, you'll be as happy as you pretend to be.

-William Miller

Margo, after rereading the letter in disbelief, had crumbled the paper in her hands and she excused herself from the table.

"What was it, baby?" Ben asked with curiosity.

She walked over to the open stove and with the fire which bad been lit, she tossed the letter on top of the flames and watched it quickly curl inwards to black soot. Without emotion on her face and a dull tone, she responded simply. "Bills."