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Sage Maloney is so beautiful; it’s enough to flip my entire world, and morals, upside down with a single flutter of those thick, dark lashes.
“You—You can just call me Beau, you know.” “I do… but this game is much more fun.”
and now that she’s buckling in on her side, those fragrant notes wind their way around me once more with much more insistent force, like a cat rubbing up against my ankles.
In other words, be boring as shit, and perhaps the gorgeous girl beside me won’t spend more time in my vicinity than is absolutely necessary for her job. I fucking hate the idea immediately.
Don’t even get me started on baking. That is something I avoid, like the plague. At least with cooking, you can pinch and dash and eyeball ingredients, somewhat making it up as you go. Baking is a dark art, the kind of sorceress-given gift I do not possess a single ounce of.
Truly me
Those words are gruff. Laced with something far more dangerous and tempting than simply being alone in this kitchen together late at night. They’re filled with a genuineness I’m ill-equipped to handle.
On repeat, like a sailor intent on tumbling overboard following the allure of a siren calling to them from the deep, I’m drawn to Beau and his quiet intensity… it’s a massive fucking problem.
She digs out her phone and turns on the flashlight, collecting the all too familiar duffel bag that once used to be mine. An item that, much like my every thought, now belongs to her.
I’m not anything but hopelessly gone for the girl currently looking back at me with honeyed streaks to her brown eyes. The girl who looks like all my future mornings and nights, and every moment in between.
listening to her run over her day is like a cool breeze to soothe my frayed nerves where our current circumstances are concerned.
“You’re my sunset sky, baby. Bright and mysterious and beautiful all at the same time.”
This is like one of those moments when everything goes still. The momentary calm before the storm hits and decimates all that lies in its path. Husbands never leave their wives.
“Baby, when you’re ready... only you will know when that is… if those stars ever align, come and find me in that sunset sky.”
“What are you doing here?” I hardly get the gasped words out before he tilts his head my way, catching the hat off his head in one hand, using the other to wrap a firm palm around my lower back. “I’m here to find you, my sunset sky,”
“I’m not looking for an imaginary fairytale… I’m here for my dream girl, who burns hot and bright in my veins, and makes everything come back to life.”
