Burned & Bound (Love Doesn’t Cure All)

by A. Winchester

“I’d rather go through hell with you, West, than watch it destroy you.”

“I’m not worth it,” I whispered breathlessly against his mouth. “You just let me keep believing that for the both of us,”

“I told you I’m not fucking worth it.” “I’ll keep believing you are for the both of us.”

“Don’t…” he began quietly, “don’t… don’t give me the power to break your heart. I’m not fucking worth that.” This man. This fucking man. He just didn’t get it, did he? “It’s too late for that,” I whispered. Taking his face in my hands, I kissed him once. Twice. Three times. Each kiss lingered longer than the last. “I loved you back then just like I love you now.”