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He had plans to enlist to become a Navy SEAL like his father once was, but when his father passed away,
“You’re a firecracker and you don’t even know it. But it’s okay, I’m patient.” He gives me a light head nod. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means you don’t even know who you are, yet you seemingly hold yourself back. I don’t get it. But I’ll be here when you figure it out.”
“It can mean something sometimes,” he whispers after a slight pause, looking down at his rings again. He looks back up at me with a tight jaw and a sad expression, like what he’s about to say hurts him in an unexplainable way. “It meant something with you.”
“I leave next weekend, but I took some days off so we can spend more time together.” He shifts his head so he can look at me with his adorable smile. “You did?” I ask eagerly, feeling filled with a sliver of joy. He’s trying. He’s compromising for me. And I don’t even deserve him. “Yep, and I might even have a little date planned for us.”
“I’m staring at the only thing that’s got me feeling things after years of feeling numb. The only eyes that have ever made me question myself and who I am in their reflection. You’re right here in front of me, yet we’re just out of reach.”
“I need it to make sense.” “Why? To justify how you’re feeling?” “Hawke—” “Listen to me, Cole. Whatever this is between us, is real. Don’t ever let your own thoughts or anyone else’s get in the way of knowing that,” he says, pressing his chest against mine, the look in his eyes filled with a deep seriousness.
“Well, I didn’t quit my job. I actually got fired.” “Hawke! What? Are you kidding? What happened?!” My jaw drops open as I lean forward to hear more. “To be honest, they wanted to switch me to first shift, meaning I’d work normal hours during the day. I told them I didn’t want to, and that I was going to stay on third and the guy threatened to fire me if I didn’t comply. So...yeah.” “Wait, what? Why wouldn’t you want to work normal hours? Third shift sucks.” He rubs the back of his neck, wrinkling his forehead in the cutest way, looking from me to the wall behind me and then back. He doesn’t
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“You do something crazy to me,”
“It just never stops,” he says softly, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “What’s that?” I question, cocking my head. “Every second with you makes me need another,” he says, as if he’s pained by the thought.
“Never stop,” I whisper against his lips. “Never stop what?” he asks, trailing his fingers up and down my back. “Needing me,”
“This feels right,” I whisper, catching my breath. “You and me.” His eyebrows knit together, searching my eyes in disbelief, before he licks my top lip, finding his way into my mouth again. “This is how it was supposed to be,” he says between kisses. “You in my arms, me, deep inside you.”
“Wreck me, shatter me, destroy me, be the ruin of me. I don’t care, just make me feel again,” he whispers against my lips.
“What are we doing?” I ask with an easy grin, running my fingers through a piece of hair in front of his eye. He smirks back at me, studying my face beneath him before his face turns serious. “We’re losing ourselves in each other.”
“You know, I feel like I’ve found part of myself inside of you.”
“Let me own you,”
“I’ve never said it to anyone before,” he begins. “Never felt this. I’ve never heard it fall from someone’s lips when they were looking at me like you are now.” He swallows, his throat bobbing while looking back and forth between my eyes. “I love you. I love you, I love you.”
“You’re my calm in the soul, crazy in the flesh,”
The intrinsic need to immerse ourselves into one another, the fear of a future being stripped of us, has our mouths memorizing the curves of each other’s lips, writing endless love letters with our tongues.
“You save me,” he says in a raspy tone. “You wreck me, break me apart, pick up my pieces, and you fucking save me.”