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November 2 - November 2, 2023
He wore testosterone like aftershave.
She looked down at her sleeve to see if her heart had slid out from her chest. This man did not need to change. He was perfect just the way he was.
“All I wanted was time. Time with them, my own time to run and play and be a kid. I would rather have had nothing and been loved like I was everything than have everything and feel like a commodity for them to show off.”
It was an intoxicating and territorial kiss. A kiss that said, You are mine and I am yours. It was the kiss she hadn’t realized she’d been waiting for her whole life.
“I’ve gone my whole life not being touched the way you touched me last night.” His words were laced with deep emotions. “I want to make love to you, but what I want more than that is to be close to you and to feel everything that’s brewing between us. To see your sleepy smile as you touch me and hear all those things you said to me last night. I never thought…I never imagined…” He embraced her, his cheek resting against the side of her head. “I never thought I needed anyone, but I’m starting to think I was just waiting for you.”
“Not that you hold back very often.” She returned his smile. “I am kinda pushy.” “Be pushy. Don’t hold back with me. Don’t hold back your worries, your desires, or anything.”
“I came down here after telling you why I was in prison,” he said strongly, almost angrily, though it was raw, primal passion blazing a path between them. “I thought rage would pour from my hands, but…” He clenched his jaw, holding her impossibly closer, and his breathing quickened. “There was only you, Gemma. Your face, your tears. Your touch on my skin. I could fucking taste your mouth on mine, and you wouldn’t let that darkness in. You’re my light, Gemma. You’re everything I always thought life should be, and I know you can get any man you want, but I’m so damn happy you want me—”
“No. You said something so very right I think I’m going to cry. Yes, I’ll move in with you. But I come with a lot of books.” Thank fucking God. “Baby, I’ll build floor-to-ceiling bookcases if that’s what it takes.”
