Be Still My Heart

by Emily McIntire

“Do you ever stop talking?” “Kiss me harder and find out.”

Want to guess if it’s the same one my dog wears when he’s out on the water with me, or do you already know the answer?”

“I can’t think of a better place for an act of worship,”

“Let me repent for my sins.” “Sins?” I nod, drawing circles over her second pulse. “Hatred. Jealousy, every time fucking Alex looks at you like he wants to eat you. Like he thinks he could do a better job than me.” “Never,” she whispers, head falling back.

you’re mine, I’m not going to be able to sit around and let someone disrespect you.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t⁠—” “I don’t care if you think you need it. You’ve got my protection, regardless.”

“What if…” I lick my dry lips, swallowing around the scream that’s scratching up my throat. “What if I don’t like what they have to say?” He smiles softly, his palm running down the back of my head. “Then you come back home, and you let me hold you through the pain.”

“Killer, I could stare at you every second for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

He laughs, reaching up to cup my cheek, his eyes locking onto mine. “Morgan. Killer. I fall more in love with you each time you look my way. And it will be the biggest honor of my life to continue loving you every single day.”