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When had it happened? When had Alex stolen all the warm, tender places inside me for herself? And the rough, barbaric ones, too? It was as though she'd wandered into my life, all tiptoes and whispers, and reached in and rearranged my entire existence until it started and stopped with her.
That was it, all I needed. Just to be the girl someone chose. The one wanted more than any other.
"I'm going to serve you like a queen and fuck you like a whore."
"No, Aly, I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to make it so good that you'll think about it every day. For the rest of your life, you'll remember this night." He shook the pins from my hair and twisted it around his palm. "This cock. This bed and everything we do in it. You'll remember it all."
But that wasn't it. I couldn't force Alex into the narrow mold of a comic book heroine or fairy tale princess. She wasn't a handful of conveniently aligned characteristics. She was my Elektra, my Mystique, my Leia, my Katniss, my Daenerys, my Agent Carter, my Elizabeth Swann, my Arwen Evenstar, my Buffy, my Beatrice, my Catwoman, my Dorothy Gale, my everything, my… "Aly," I said. "She's my Aly."
The one thing I knew to be true was that I needed to be loved all the way through. I wasn't accepting anything less.
I can't speak eloquently and I knock shit over all the fucking time. I have a narrow subset of skills that mostly involves reciting song lyrics, knowing which sandwiches are best with chips in the middle, redesigning old homes, and giving people nicknames." He took a step closer, right into my space, and the absence of that distance crushed the last of my resolve. "I'm not good at many things. But I'll always be good to you."
Awwww, RISD. <3
