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“What, you want me to stay in your bed? We could see if it squeaks.”
We don’t get along. And he’s a walking red flag. I can’t let my hormones and delirium change my opinion of him. Right?!
“I know we don’t know each other well, and you probably don’t think I’m a good man, but I swear I would never hurt you.” I pause. “Unless you ask me to.”
“It feels special,” she says, her voice almost a whisper. “I know it was meant as a joke, but—nobody has ever given me a nickname that means something only for me.”
I so desperately wanted to connect with anyone, with anything, and be loved—and not just romantic love, but any kind of love. I just wanted to have someone who cared about me enough to ask me if I was okay, to ask me how my day was.
“I wanted to spend time with you,” he continues. “Not mucking stalls. Not doing chores or tending bar. Just time together.”
You know that feeling you get when something is going so well that you’re waiting for it to blow up in your face? That’s how I feel right now, but I’ve been trying to ignore it because I want to bask in the excitement of things finally going right after so long.
God, she’s perfect, like an angel sent from heaven just for me to corrupt, to cherish.
“Nobody has ever said they loved me and meant it before.” Kade’s lips press to the crown of my head, and the next words that leave his mouth are said with conviction. “I mean it, Presley. I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything.”
I want to continue to be here if for no other reason than to wake up next to Presley every morning and see her smile.
“I love you, Presley. Fuck, I love you so much it doesn’t even seem like the right word. Obsessed, maybe,”
I hope that you felt healed through her journey as much as I did. And that you walk away from this story knowing that it always gets better. That you are loved, just the way you are.
