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“So, I’m going to ask you one more time.” He speaks, and I come to a stop and look at him. “How much is she worth to you?”
“You don’t need her, Blake. Not when you’ve got me.”
It’s a freeing feeling that I can’t even begin to explain. The only thing I can compare it to is when you’re swimming and come up
for air. That burning sensation in your lungs, that tightness in your chest. When you break the surface and get that first breath and feeling the sun on your face. That’s what Ryat is to me. My sun. My air.
see you, touch you, and kiss you.” I wipe it away with my thumb. “I can love you.” My eyes drop to her plump lips, and her bottom one trembles. “You, Blakely Rae Archer, are my heaven.”
This is what I wanted. All along. Acceptance, love, understanding. What if he’s right, and this is all we get? And when you die, you’re just … gone.
“I can never get enough of you,” he growls, his voice rough. My heart starts beating faster at his words, but I’m still pissed at him, so I say, “Good. Because you’re stuck with me until you die.” Tilting his head up just a bit, he lightly kisses the tip of my nose. “That’s all I want.”
The big rock on her hand doesn’t hurt, though. I wanted something that said fuck off—I’m married, and my husband will gut you—from far away. I think I made the right decision.
This man will do whatever it fucking takes to not only protect me but also love me.
Kissing her wet hair, I whisper, “I love you.” Hoping she can hear me before I close my eyes.