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“Sometimes we have to hurt to be reminded that the best things in life bring us joy and pain.”
“No,” Mr. Taylor chuckles, “he’s a Newfoundland.” He smiles down at the beast. “Zeppelin, say hi to Dani.”
My heart leaps when I see the text on the screen. Unknown number: It’s Lachlan. Goodnight, Dani.
“Are you hurt?” he asks again like he did on the phone. “God, Dani, please don’t tell me someone touched you.”
I suppose that’s life. Nothing is ever simple. Or easy. It’s all pain and heartache. Worry and fear. Stress and anxiety. If you have one sliver of happiness you have to hold onto it with everything you have.
“I always want to see you.”
I’m not cold anymore.
“Carrying you?” “Why?” He bumps the door to his room open with his elbow. “Because you asked me to hold you.”
“I’ve got you,” he hums.
You’re turning me into the worst kind of person, desiring something that isn’t mine for the taking.”
“You can touch me.” My lips brush his cheek. “I’ll let you. I won’t mind at all.”
I’m a selfish bastard, Dandelion Meadows, and I want every fucking part of you.”
“I want to know how you taste.” I open my mouth to protest that we’ve kissed, but he shakes his head. “Not your mouth, sweetheart.” My heart stutters at the endearment.
“How do you know yellow is my favorite?” “You always wear it, and even if you can’t see it, I can always feel your sunshine.”
He can ruin my shirt, he can ruin me.
“I love you. I love you. I love you Dandelion Meadows. Despite it all, despite myself, I love you.”
“Relax, baby,” he murmurs. “If you relax it’ll be easier.”
Letting my hands go, he rises up, gripping my hips. “God you feel like heaven and hell wrapped in one. You’re my sin and my salvation.”
“You want to watch me stroke myself while I think of you, don’t you, Dani?”
“Because I’m going to touch you, baby. But you wanted to watch me touch myself, so watch.”
That dark cloud is going to turn gray, then it’s going to clear off, but here’s the thing—we need the rainy days to appreciate the sunny ones.
“Put one of your legs over my shoulder.” “Wha—”
think Ansel Caron might be my knight in shining armor.
