MEMORY WITH YOU - (Bechloe-Short-Story)

"Jesse, you need to get back to work tomorrow." Mr. Swanson said to his depressed son who's drinking beer on his kitchen. Jesse just gave him a look and chuckled.

"For what?"

"Jesse, it's been 3 months since her disappearance.. I know it's hard-

"You don't know anything." Jesse cut off, drinking his beer.

Jesse was finding Beca in anyway possible, he wasted so much money to find her and he doesn't regret it. Even if it cost his life.

"She's my life, dad. We're so perfect. We're so happy. I don't see my life without her since I laid my eyes on her." Jesse said, totally numb. He didn't even know how to cry anymore. "It's my fault. If I didn't suggest the yacht wedding, if I didn't leave her alone that time, maybe she won't fell."

"It's not your fault, son. No one has a mistake about it. It's an accident."

"Maybe if I was there with her, I saved her. Or maybe I'm with her where she was."

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Chloe was being pushed on their wooden wall with a loud thud that made Beca worry for a second but Chloe's laugh made her sigh in relief.

"Damn, Beca, you're so horny." Chloe giggled as she wrapped her arms around Beca's neck.

"Is it my fault if you're so hot?" Beca whispered as she kissed Chloe's jawline, hands on her ass, squeezing it.

"Probably my fault." Chloe chuckles and fisted Beca's hair.

It's been 3 months since Beca was lost and she wasn't worrying it anymore, Chloe was a very great accompany for her, anywhere like on the sand, on their floating bed, in the forest, on their bed.

Anywhere.

Their intimate moments makes Beca wondered for more. More than the affection on their bed. More than screaming their names. More than sweats they shared together.

She isn't sure what is it yet but she's sure, it's more than their intimate moments together.

"Do you love how I do this?" Beca husked on Chloe's ear while hand roaming the redhead's torso. Chloe couldn't help but to hum in agreement. "Do you love this?"

"Oh fuck." Chloe gasped as she felt the brunette pinching the nipple underneath her bra, hard. Nails suddenly digging on Beca's shoulder. "Yes baby..."

"How about... this." Beca trailed off, trailing her fingers down Chloe's crotch but the redhead stopped it.