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I thought football was manly. It’s got nothing on hockey.
If I was on the fence about snakes before, I’m certainly not now. That’s the scariest shit I’ve ever heard. I don’t care how big a guy I am, if a cobra stands as tall as me and spits poison at my face, I will shit my pants. No if, ands, or buts about it. I may even faint.
“You deserve to be happy.” He pauses for a moment, and his eyes flash. “You deserve everything, Elle.”
I could see myself turning this place into a home, coming here every day after work, making us dinner and snuggling next to him, resting my head on his chest every night as we fell asleep. It’s not that it’s hard to convince Tim that this façade is real. It’s hard to convince myself that it never will be.
My girls are decked out in my jersey, and they have my full attention as they both turn around, displaying my name and number on the back. I hadn’t seen them get ready for the game, so it’s a surprise. I can’t help the stirring of possessiveness that flows through me. My girls. I want nothing more than to shout it from the rooftops, let everyone know Elle belongs to me and every other swinging dick better back off.
I can’t help flicking my eyes to the brunette. “I don’t want to intrude on your plans later.” “Later?” His brows draw together before recognition lights up his face and his lips tilt in a smirk. “I have no plans later. The only person I want to spend time with is you. And Chloe.”
“There’s only one girl I see, and I’m selfish. I want you all to myself.”
“There’s no one else, Elle. Not since you.” Tag rests his forehead to mine and runs his hands down my neck and around the curve of my shoulders. “The only woman I see, the only woman I want to see, is you. It’s always you.”
I don’t want to move on, find someone else. I don’t want anyone else’s hands on my body. I want to be Tag’s in every way. I want him to take me. Possess me. Pleasure me. Hold me. Caress me. I want everything. And that scares me.
“Either you get in here on your own, or I’m going to get up and haul your ass back to bed. Either way, you’re not leaving here tonight.”
Sure, the sex is great, but I don’t want only that. I want to wrap her up in my arms and hold her. Watch movies with her once Chloe’s gone to bed. Have her face be the first thing I see every morning.
This life with him has forced me to question my future. Even though my time here is temporary, I need to live more for me. I can’t be under my parents’ thumb anymore. I want to be happy. I want to feel safe, happy, loved, supported—like I do right here in Tag’s arms.
“You know,” Chloe starts, pulling my gaze away from Elle’s beautiful face, “it’s okay to want to be with her.” “I—What?” I stutter, taken aback. I didn’t realize how obvious my staring was. Way to be cool. “I know you like her. You’ve liked her for a while.” Completely correct. “What makes you think that?” “Well, you’re always looking at her with these heart eyes, and your face does this weird thing. Plus, you invited her to live with us when you could have easily put her up at a hotel. It’s totally obvious you want to be near her.”
I keep my distance. Jazz made me watch Harry Potter, so I know that a piece of glass can go missing at any time. I’m not giving any of these slithery fuckers the chance to lunge at me.
I can’t help but feel like this is it. This is where I’m supposed to be, and who I’m supposed to be with. Like there’s some larger-than-life cosmic force that’s been pushing us for this moment. Not just because of the sex, but because we’re connecting on a deeper level. One where there’s trust and respect… and feelings. Feelings that took on a life of their own and grew with every touch, every whisper, and every moment we’ve shared together that meant more than the last.
Maybe I should ask her to stay; take a damn chance on something that matters for once in my life. Worst case scenario, she says no and goes back home, just like she planned to do from the beginning. And if she says yes... maybe I can get a shot at happiness after all.
Love makes people stupid. It makes them want things they can’t have.
Sometimes when you reach for the stars you get burned; after all, they might seem pretty, but those stars are raging balls of gas and fire. They twinkle so temptingly. They lure you close only to scorch you when you try to touch them. They punish you for trying.
“Brittany says that guys are stupid, and they tell girls the wrong thing all the time. Mostly because they can’t come to terms with their own emotions.”
“What if she doesn’t want me?” “What if she does?”
Elle is on the other side of those fancy doors. My future. My love. Simply mine.
When you left, you took a part of me with you. A part of me I don’t want back. You have my heart, Elle. I think I gave it to you during our first night together. You are my everything”
