Lillian Henry is seventeen years old when her 20 year-old brother, Adam, and his best friend, Blake Kingston, enroll in the army. And she's eighteen, when they come back, her feelings left unchanged. As for his, they're even stronger than before.
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When I wake up, I feel light and heavy at the same time. Grateful that Lily decided to fight, scared of what could've happened, of the thought of Lily, dead. A shiver travels my body at the idea of her unresponsive, not breathing, her lungs full of water. I rub the small of her back as she quivers in my arms. Her head buries deeper in my chest, her cheek pressed up against my core, her hold tightening as if she's afraid of letting go.
I shut my eyes close again, breathing in the morning air coming in from the window. The wind playing with the drapes, letting the light in, we have a beautiful day ahead of us. But it won't necessarily be an easy one. After a long discussion Lily had with her parents last night, they all agreed she should consult a professional, see a therapist. Using his connection, John got her an appointment as early as this afternoon.
"Will you come with me?" my girlfriend asked me as we were walking up to my house.
"Don't you think it's something you should do on your own?"
"I just want you to wait outside for me, I know I have to meet up with her alone. But it would make me feel better knowing you are close."
"Then, I'll be right outside, waiting in my car."
She stirs against me again before opening her eyes and yawning. I kiss her forehead as she looks up, her gaze meeting mine, a smile on her smile. If it wasn't from her red and puffy eyes, you could never tell she was on the verge of breaking just the day before.
That is what I like and despise the most about Lillian Henry. She's strong, but she wants to be strong so badly that it might cost her her life someday if she keeps up with this tendency of wanting to deal with things on her own, and never talk to anyone. But she's making progress. Agreeing to meet up with a shrink takes courage, because it means admitting you need help, admitting that you have weaknesses, problems that you can't deal with alone. And that is why I love how strong she is; through all the pain, the obstacles, she is still fighting.
"Good morning, baby," I whisper in her ear as I take in the smell of her shampoo.
"Good morning, love," she kisses my ribs, right under my nipple. After a few instants of silence, she begins staring me up and down. "I never realized how many tattoos you had until now. Do they all have meanings?"
To some people, it could've seemed like we were avoiding talking about the night before, but we already had discussed it enough for now, and would get deeper into the subject once the time would be right. I didn't need to remind her of her moment of weakness as she called it, a moment of full desperation where she simply was tired, so fucking exhausted of this weight, the constant memory of what has happened to her. So, yes, we might be avoiding the question, but in some way, we both knew that Lily needed to talk about it with someone else than me, a professional, someone that could actually help her get through this rough path, instead of simply creating new memories, good ones, to replace the bad ones.
"Of course, they do," I look at my stomach.
"What is... this one?" she points at a small gladiator helmet tatted on my forearm.
"It's a symbol of courage and strength, something I needed on the Force."
"What about the bird?" her fingertip trails over the bird on my right thigh.
"In life, you don't have control over everything, sometimes, you have to let go," I tell her, my fingers playing in her hair as she rests her head back on my chest.
Her eyes dart away from mine, down my stomach until they reach the hem of my boxers. She pushes them a little lower, the beginning of my V-line appearing as well as one of my smallest tattoos. "And that date?"
"It's the day I left to go fight in a war across the world. The day I left you."
Her eyes meet mine again and I know she's aiming for the most meaningful tattoo of all. Her hand rests on top of it, and even though she doesn't know the significance behind it yet, and probably finds it odd, she gulps hard as she uncovers the ink right on my pec, just above my heart. "Why a flower?"
"It's not any flower," I whisper, my heart skipping a beat, my breathing getting faster every second that goes by, every time her fingers run down my side and send shivers down my spine. "It's a lily," I finally confess, holding my breath, waiting for her reaction.
Her eyes tear up, and a smile finds its way to her lips. Then, realization strikes her. "But," she begins, "it's one of the first you got."
"I was eighteen when I got it," I confirm. "I told you, Lily. I've had feelings for you for longer than you imagined, longer than you're probably letting yourself believe when I tell you that I have loved you for a while. But I knew better than to pursue you back then. And you're probably right, it might not have worked between us at that time. But in some way, even with Adam in my life, even with everything going on in my life, I was still infatuated with you, and I had this feeling like I knew we would find our way to each other. I wanted you, I needed you, but couldn't have you yet, so I found a way to have you with me until I could actually have you in my arms, kiss you, give you my love."
"Blake..." she stops, unable to find the words. Taking me by surprise, she smashes her lips on mine, rolling over, straddling me as I sit against the headboard. My hands travel her body, first over her shirt, then skin to skin. She pulls away a few seconds, grabbing the hem of her pajama top, passing it over her head. She sits on top of me, topless, her perfect tits giving me a show as she pushes herself lightly on my growing hard-on, only the thin layer of fabric of my underwear separating us. "I want you, Blake. All of you."
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This is such a sweet chapter in my opinion.
If you come from my tiktok, you might have been wondering from the beginning when the lily tattoo would come in the story. Well, surprise, here it is. The greatest demonstration of love.
I am officially (though I have been for a while) in love with Blake Kingston, and I want (need) one of them, so if you know where I can buy one of these sweet, protective, caring boyfriend, please tell me. Who else is in love with Blake?
Once more, thank you for reading Yours to love, I hope you like it, and be ready for next chapter, it's going to be spicy (and unexpected).
Goodnight, y'all, I'm heading to bed now, it's getting quite late :)
