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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"I could start a fire with what I feel for you." — Unknown ————————————————————
Chapter 71 <—————————————>
Luke
I smiled as Maggie shifted in her sleep. Once she turned, her face settled up to mine so that I had the best sight of my life. Her snores were light, but still audible through the quiet of our bedroom. They were adorable.
My hand stroked through the back of her head, before I stopped myself. If I didn't, then I'd continue on all night.
I needed a drink first, as well as a Tylenol. Maggie got me good on the slope the other day.
One minute, Levi was cracking me up with his jokes, then the next, Kade and I were seeing our girls coming down that damn slope to the speed of lightning, and knocking us on our asses in the process.
This girl tested my nerves every single day. I loved it.
I hadn't been able to sleep ever since Maggie and I's shower, though. It was now one in the morning, but my mind was running as if there could never be an end.
Something happened in the shower. It wasn't the physical part. As sweet, fucking amazing, and pleasurable as it was, it was something else. There was something else.
Something light, but so, so heavy, too.
The energy around us had been as high as it regularly was, but there was something so especial about it this time. The moment I had her in my arms, on my lips, and in my ear was the moment where I thought it would swallow me whole. Where I knew that if she were my last sight, my last taste, and sense, I would go satisfied and without regrets. Where I thought my knees would buckle had I not recognized the feeling for what it was.
I knew what it was.
I was so sure I knew what it was.
But...fuck.
What if I had it wrong? Not for Maggie, of course, but for me. What if I was misreading into it, and she didn't feel the same way? What if I said it, and she rejected it? I never thought a 'what if' would be the very string that I would one day trip over.
Here I was, though. Falling on my ass.
What if I had it wrong?
I had never been so close to that feeling before, so to be knocked on my fucking ass by it now left my mind in a whirlpool. It had never been personal to me, both receiving and giving wise. I didn't fully understand it, nor how to acknowledge it, because I never had to do so before.
Now, though...hell.
All I knew was that my heart was still beating out of my fucking chest, despite laying still. The skin under thumping blood was grazed with goosebumps the longer I thought of her, and this bright, heavy feeling.
