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“What do you expect out of me, baby? You wear that little skirt that shows off your legs, making me fucking crazy, and then you look at me like you want me to fuck your pretty little cunt. Like you want me to fill you up. That would be crazy, though, because then you’d be sitting through Thanksgiving dinner with me dripping out of you.” He pauses, gaze dropping to my parted lips. His tongue traces along my bottom lip slowly until I’m sure I’m actually going to lose my mind. “You’d love that though. My dirty girl loves it when I give her my cum.”
“And I’m thankful for a lot of things today, but it’s you that I’m the most thankful for. Thankful that you crossed that line every single time that I told you to stay on your side, that you pushed my buttons and drove me insane. That you didn’t let me quit when I wanted to give up. I’m thankful that I get to love you, Saint. And that I get to be loved by you.”
“You have no idea how crazy I am about you. How obsessed I am with every single part of you. How much I love you. You’re the most pure, good thing I’ve ever known. My Golden Girl.”
“You know, before all this started, Maisie and I made a rule. Never fall for the bad boy…” His lips curve into my favorite cocky smirk. “Then break the rules for me, baby.”
“Think you might be my lucky charm, Golden Girl.” I press a kiss to that sensitive space behind her ear that always makes her go soft in my hands. “And you know how superstitious us hockey players are. Guess that means I’m going to have to keep you forever.”
We’ve changed. But the one thing that’s remained the same is how crazy I am about her. How much I love her. How she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I never take a single day for granted.
Lennon has come into herself right before my eyes, and it’s been the best fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
She deserves the entire fucking world, and I’m never going to stop trying to give it to her.
She’s the other half of me, matching me toe to toe, never letting me be anything other than the best version of myself. When the ground feels unsteady, she just holds on tighter.
“I guess you’ll always be the bad boy. Just… my bad boy.” “And you’ll always be my Golden Girl.”
