Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." —Satine and Christian, Moulin Rouge ————————————————————
Chapter 60 <—————————————>
Maggie
My eyes roamed over Luke's resting form. It had been a couple of hours since I'd woken up now, but I hadn't moved ever since I returned from the shower.
Now, here I was. Luke had only woken up to get a half-dazed shower with me, and to brush his teeth, but when he got back into bed and pulled me into his arms, he fell asleep, again.
His arms were wrapped around my waist, his head on my chest. I reached forward, lightly grazing the strands out of his face to get a clear view of him. Of his beautifully crafted bone structure, his brows, his pretty lips, full and long, dark eyelashes, of the familiar scars along his throat.
Not just that, though. Of him.
His care. His generosity. His dedication. His selflessness and passion.
It all came out to produce the one of the best boys in the world. My boy.
After everything that had happened, that he found out about me, from me...he wasn't disgusted. He wasn't repulsed, or appalled. He hadn't ran.
Instead, he was here. He stayed, and gave me the very reasons as to why I was worth staying for.
I hadn't realized how freeing it would all be. Despite the past still remaining in place, as it always had and always would...it's impact was mine to control.
I had control of it. Of how I deal. Of how I process, and build off of it.
And, I had. For the first time in years, I had that feeling of control. It was small, but it was there, nonetheless.
It wasn't much, but it was more than anything else I'd ever done or experienced before. I told the truth, the whole truth in its raw existence, and I'd done it on my own.
And, the best thing was that I'd done it to the man who I considered a part of me. I didn't think there was a thing to account for my gratitude for it.
It had been a week ever since my breakdown at the lake-house. Despite how freeing it was to get the truth out, that didn't stop the emotional turmoil from following, just as I expected it. The pain didn't just go away after a couple of days, not after holding it in for so long.
Luke had been there every step of the way. The days that I didn't want to eat, he would sit with me for hours and talk to me until I worked my way past the tightness of my stomach. When I wanted to stay in bed, he would hold me until the tears stopped. When I felt myself too emotionally drained to complete the simplest of tasks, he would help me do whatever was needed until I grew the energy to do it myself. He had been perfect.
