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“I don’t know. You were pretty adorable, if you ask me.” Adorable? Just what I wanted to be called by the man I longed to climb like a tree. “That’s not helping,” I said with a groan, covering my face with one hand.
I watched him intently now, a thrill rolling through my limbs. “You think I’m sunshine?” “That’s my nickname for you.” “You have a nickname for me?” I wasn’t sure why that made me so happy, but I felt the pinch of it in my cheeks. “Since when?” “The moment I first laid eyes on you, walking towards me with the biggest goddamn smile I’d ever seen.
“Ever since I saw you wearing those heels, I’ve dreamed about tying your wrists with red silk. It has to be silk so it doesn’t mark your skin. And then I’d stretch you out on the bed and tie you down, so I had free rein to do whatever I wanted to your body.”
“Do you really want to know?” he asked. “Sometimes I’m not sure you’re ready for the answer. You ran away from me quick enough last week.” “What did you expect?” “I expected us to talk like adults.”
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“Take me to bed,” she whispered desperately. “Take me to bed right now.” I would’ve taken her to the moon if she’d asked.
Why not both?
“I’m gonna learn every fucking path of this beautiful body,” I said roughly, and Talia’s muscles spasmed in delight. “Is that a promise?” “A certainty.”
“I should have known you’d be good with your hands.” “I’m good with other things too,” I said, and winked.
“You sure?” Talia double-checked, still clutching the bed frame, bracing her body weight. “I’m not exactly light. I might suffocate you.” “Fuck, I hope you do.” “You asked for it,” she said with a grin, and I wanted to shout yes, yes I fucking did, as she dropped her weight fully against me.
“Good. What kind of shitty best friend would I be if I didn’t think he was good enough for my sister? If there was anyone I’d be okay with, it’s Rafe. He’s one of the best guys I know.”
“Again, not that you need my approval or that he needs it. But you both have it, if that’s important to you.” The line went quiet, the pause as heavy as the lump in my throat. “Talia, have you been worrying about this?” “YES. For ten years now. Probably longer. I don’t know.” “Well, shit,” Leo said, dumbfounded. “Why? That’s stupid.”
“You noticed that, huh?” “I noticed everything, Talia. Every single thing about you. I’m obsessed with you.”
“I am with you for real. This hasn’t been pretend. I need you to know that. How I feel about you, how you make me feel, is the most honest I’ve ever been. I love you.”
“The truth is, your name didn’t just pop into my head. Your name is a constant. There is never a day I don’t think about you in some way. Wondering where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with. If you’re happy, even if it was another man making you smile. You were – you are – always on my mind. Always, Talia.”
I gazed down at her, unable and unwilling to hide the awe climbing my face. Even now, a year later, her words never failed to ignite something in me. I’d wanted a love as deep and intense as my parents’, despite all their faults, but I’d never been prepared for the depth of my feelings. They were endless, seamless. Scattered with stars.
