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“I didn’t want to kiss you because I didn’t want it to mess me up all over again, okay?”
A deadly smirk sits on his lips when he says, “I dare you to think of me when you fuck her tonight.”
“I’m done holding back. Not when refusing to give in only makes it worse.” “Give in,” he repeats in a whisper, almost in reverence.
He’s always felt like home to me,
“Hey, Kee?” “Yeah?” “I missed you.” My stupid heart squeezes. “I missed you too, Pen.”
“Just kissing you.” “But…why?” Because you’re mine.
“You’re mine too.”
He’s so fucking…beautiful. So brave and caring, and all I can think while our eyes lock is mine. He’s mine, from this day on.
“At the risk of sounding completely fucking corny or like a total sap, I’m happiest when you’re happy, Kee. It’s always been that way, always will be.”
“Well, in the words of the great Olaf? Some people are worth melting for.”
“I want you. So much, I can’t think. Can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but want you.”
“You already have me.”
“I dare you to let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. Wholly. Completely. And out in the open, where the world can see.” My throat constricts around the words, but I continue to push them out anyway. “I love you. I’m so stupidly in love with you. And I dare you to love me too.”
want the whole fucking world to know you’re mine, Kee. The same way I’m yours.”
“Living without you isn’t an option anymore, Keene. It never really was.”
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, palm cupping my cheek. I turn my face, kissing his hand. “Me too. I was going insane without you.”
“I want you to own and have and love every single inch of me. My partner and equal in every way humanly possible.”
“I think I just fell more in love with you. If that’s even possible.”
“I love you,” he whispers against my mouth, like it’s a secret just for me. But I don’t want it to be a secret anymore. I want the entire world to know I’m his the same way he’s mine. That he’s always been mine, even when I was too stupid or stubborn or blind to see it.
It’s always been us. Ever since the beginning. “I love you,” I tell him, reeling him in for another kiss. “So much more than you’ll ever know.”
He’s my other half. My unexpected inevitable. My fucking everything.
