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As I watched her walk away, something knotted in my stomach. Three years I hadn’t seen her. But she still had my skin. I still had hers.
Damn him. Why did Diarmuid have to be so damn…damn beautiful. I almost snorted. Even if he wasn’t built like an Irish giant, as handsome as a high king, he’d still get under my skin. You have my skin. And you have mine.
“Some people are born into family. We get to choose ours. We make our own, forged out of our hearts and weaved together by our souls. And that is stronger than blood.”
“Batman doesn’t have superpowers, he’s just an ordinary man who sees all the wrong in the world and makes it his business to make things better. He doesn’t just sit back like most people and let it happen.”
“Batman’s a real hero.” “Like you,” I said quietly. The smile on his face could have kept me warm for the rest of the Irish winter.
decided then I didn’t care if he had a girlfriend. Diarmuid belonged to me. And I belonged to him. You have my skin. And you have mine.
“You think I don’t feel? Dear God, Saoirse,” he sounded furious, “the things I want to do to you… It kills me that I’m not allowed to touch you the way I want. It fucking tears me apart to hold myself back from stripping you naked and worshipping every single fucking inch of you with my tongue. It’s like I’ve become a savage inside. A beast.”
He was so angry he was practically vibrating with it, shaking me in his hands. “It kills me, selkie, it fucking kills me.” I sucked in a breath. His eyes, dark and intense, had never been so damn beautiful. “I want you so much I’m choking with it,” he said. “I want to be yours so hard it hurts. I can’t be yours. I shouldn’t be yours. But I’m too fucking selfish. I need you—only you. The rest of the world can go to hell.”
“This…” I pointed between us, “you and me…we are already a thing, no matter how much you deny it. I’m under your skin. I’m weaved into your soul. And you are part of me.”
“Don’t,” Dex pointed a finger at me, “end your life with more regrets than chances taken.” Danny raised his bottle. “Life advice from the Philosophy of Dex.” Declan winked at Danny and he raised his own bottle.
I’ve always been yours. And I will never leave you. I am as permanent as the ink over your heart, as the blood in your veins. As I gazed into his eyes—his beautiful soft eyes, eyes that studied me like I was a constellation among the stars, eyes that placed me in the centre like the sun—I whispered these things.
I saw his eyes rim with love, watched as his walls began to crumble. And like two stars in the same orbit, we crashed together.
It was Diarmuid who’d convinced me otherwise. “The only way others learn from us is not by our perfections,” he had said while we’d been cuddling in bed, “but by our mistakes, our failings, our vulnerabilities. Be bravely you, selkie. Those who deserve you, won’t judge you.”
