also just wanted to share with you that I've published a new Freddie book called"UNDIVIDED ATTENTION." You can access the book on my profile ❤️Thank you for inspiring me to keep writing. I hope you enjoy!
Freddie & Lucy, here we go... 💕
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Roger replayed the moment when it all collapsed.
"I'm sorry Mr. Taylor. Ms. Dencourt didn't return from the mission."
Recalling the dreadful news in the backseat of the car on the way to his flight, When words didn't come, tears did. All dignity went out the window, and he cried like a child, noisily, snot running, choking sobs, incapable of holding back. Heaviness in his limbs just as much as his mind. Deep, deepening pain that there was nothing left of her for him to love...
By Lucy's bed, watching her, waiting for her to wake up, Freddie hadn't left her side. Listening to the steady beeping from the monitor letting him know she was still alive... writing away his anxiety into song.
First to notice the slightest twitch of Lucy's eyelids when she finally began to wake.... Lashes trying to lift, batting once, batting twice, three times, then four to open. Brown watery irises blurry in the stinging fluorescent hospital light.
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Dark features above her created stark contrasts... familiar intimacy drawing her back to the world. Studying his face, his neck, his shoulders, his chest, his arms, tracing the cuts of his strong muscles, the veins in his arm, down his forearm that had a sweatband on it, his hand gripped her thigh and stroked it gently as she came to. His other hand found its way to her cheek, focusing her eyes on him.
Eyes rolling down the entire frame of his body, she couldn't stop them from coming to rest on his bulge, slightly tucked to the left. It was him. Sexy, masculine, and irresistible beyond imagination.
She tried to raise her hand to touch his face. His stunningly handsome face... smiling when her fingers brushed over his mustache. She ran her fingers through his now shorter locks of hair that curled up at the back of his neck, praying he wasn't an illusion.
Freddie kissed her fingers, remembering how they felt, and took her hand in his, voice soft. "You made it," his smile warmed her. When he rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand, immediately sensations of safety washed over her.
Whatever she had left needed him, struggling with even the first few moments back in reality before breaking down. She reached forward and touched his forearms, leaning into him for support but winced when she shifted her body too much. Feeling his arms slip around her, mindful of her wounds as he took her in his arms. She drew in a deep breath. Feeling his hands hold her, she let her head rest in his neck, breathing in his scent covered her with security. Her rock. Her support. Her comfort. "It's you..." her first words on the verge of tears.
