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It was a knot, a figure eight. I looked at my own arm, where I’d gotten that same tattoo three and a half years before. It was a perfect knot, one that wouldn’t give out easily, and that’s why I’d chosen it.
“Or else that knot might not be strong enough to hold you.” What did he know about my tattoo or about how strong I was?
“I’ve been holding back with you… Dammit, you’re stuck in my head, and I can’t stop thinking of you,”
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go,” he said, knitting his brows, as if not even he could believe what he was saying.
“It’s not like I don’t love holding you, Freckles, but if you don’t tell me what happened, I might draw the wrong conclusions, and I’ll wind up pounding the shit out of the wrong guy.”
“Please God tell me you didn’t fuck my other car up, too, and now you’ve come to me because you feel bad about it because I swear, all the kisses in the world won’t help that…”
Nothing would be as intense as the feelings I had for that girl now sleeping in my home.
I needed her the way I needed oxygen to breathe.
“I’d do it all with you, Noah, you know that…but I won’t do anything until the fear disappears from your eyes.”
“Every time I see you, I’m dying to kiss you. Every time I touch you, the only thing I know is that I wish I could keep doing it the whole night long. Noah…I’m in love with you. Please stop pushing me away. You’re just hurting both of us.”
I kissed her the way every man should be able to kiss a woman at least once in his life.
“I love you more than my own life, and when the time comes, I’m going to give you the most precious children the world has ever seen because you’re beautiful and I know you’ll make it through all this shit…and I’ll be right beside you to make sure of it.”
