Kill You

45~ Forever

Cassidy's POV

The trip home is exciting. I'm feeling better, still weak but mostly better. I'm rehydrated and my head has been stitched up and I am no longer concussed. Noah holds my hand while he drives, telling me all about Judge and the house.

"So when do we leave?" I ask. "Whenever you're ready." Noah tells me, kissing my hand. I smile and laugh lightly. "Can we go tonight?"

He turns to me and smiles widely. "We're not even home yet and you're already a menace." He teases. "You know me... looking for any way to bother you." I joke back.

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Judge jumps up on me as soon as the door opens. He's whimpering and shaking, wagging his tail rapidly. I crouch down and sit on the floor with him, hugging and petting him. Noah brushes past us to finish packing the house.

The day after the kidnapping, Noah and I found a cabin on the coast. It's on a large acreage, surrounded by trees. It's secluded and only a few minutes from the small town nearby. It's also only a two minute walk to the beach, which you can see from the cabin. We put a full cash offer on it and instantly got it. Basically all our stuff is on its way there, courtesy of the SKA. We quit there as well. Noah and I are ready to start fresh again. A clean page.

Within an hour, we're back in the truck, driving out of Hurricane. Without looking back.

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2 Months Later

A nice breeze flows in through the open door, keeping the kitchen cool from the heat of the stove.

Judge is barking, running around the area. He'll scurry into the kitchen with a toy only to fly back outside and get a new toy.

I hum softly to myself as I stir the pasta. Noah is running errands real quick before dinner. He should be back any minute.

These past couple have months have been peaceful. Every morning, we wake up without a worry in the world. Our days are relaxed and unbothered.

Hands slide up my shirt and he kisses my neck. "I didn't hear you come in." I claim, smiling. "I wanted to suprise you." Noah replies, pressing closer to me. "I bet I can outdo your suprise." I sing-song.

Noah turns me around, sliding us away from the stove. His eyes search mine and I smile warmly. It's funny to feel his panic seeping out.

"Noah, I've been thinking..." I trail off, letting the brief suspense drive him bonkers. Noah's grip on my hip tightens as I slide my hands up his shoulders. "About what I asked?" He murmers, his body suddenly more relaxed.

I nod, thinking back to the memory. Just days ago...

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His hands slides up my bare thighs as he hovers over me, his gaze cast down to where we're connected.

"Oh, Darling." He murmers, pushing in deeper. I gasp, my grip on the sheets tightening as I arch my back.

"I could... do this... forever." I gasp, reaching out for him. Noah angles his body to where he looms right over me. I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping him close as he slowly grinds in and out in of me.

"Me too." He whispers, trailing soft kisses all over my face. My fingers dig into his hair, tugging softly. "Faster." I demand softly.

Noah thrusts faster, holding me tighter. I moan, pulling his face closer to mine. We kiss deeply, savoring each other as the climax builds.

"Cassidy!" Noah grunts, his words brushing against my lips. I grin, closing my eyes as I begin to feel the beginning of my orgasm.

My thighs quiver and my stomach rolls in pleasure. Then my body goes stiff as it rolls through me. Noah follows quickly after, his movements slowing as they become sloppy.

He collapses on top of me, still inside. Our gasps fill the air as we try to calm down. After a few minutes, Noah slides off of me and we stare at the ceiling fan together. I find his hand and hold it tight.

"Cassidy..." he says suddenly. "Yes?" I reply, unsure at his sudden tone. He sounds serious and scared. An odd combination.

Noah props himself up on an elbow and he leans down to give me a soft kiss. His eyes stare into my own and he smiles sweetly.

"Noah," I murmer. He hums in response. "You're kind of freaking me out." I laugh lightly. "Ask your question." I say.

"Cassidy, I want you to be my wife."

His sentence slams into me like an anvil. I swallow harshly and tears prick my eyes. My cheeks heat up in shame and sadness. I sit up and scoot away. "Noah, I'm not good wife material." I mutter, hugging my chest.

He scoots closer to me, putting a hand on my back. He presses his mouth to my shoulder blade and he kisses softly. Then he sucks, his tongue flicking out before he pulls away and plants another kiss on my neck.

"Cassidy, you don't have to be the perfect trophy wife. I would never ask that of you. What I am asking is for you to take a vow and promise to be mine forever."

I let that sink in, processing the words. Noah waits patiently behind me, his hand still on my back in support.

"Just think about it. I love you." He says. Noah slides off the bed, giving me a quick peck on the cheek before walking out of the bedroom. A minute later, I hear the shower turn on.

Curled up, I do think about his words. In order to be a good person for him, I need to get over my fears. Noah will love me. And he just wants to promise it all. Am I willing to give him the chance to make me vulnerable?

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"Yes."

His body goes rigid against mine and I grin but panic still seeps its way into me. Did Noah chance his mind because I hesitated?

"You sure?" He asks, his voice low. I nod, grinning wider. "Positive? Cause I want it all, the dress, the reception, the honeymoon-" I cut him off, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him.

His arms surround me and he lifts me onto the counter, breathing me in. He kisses me with such force, I'm breathless and gasping and wet and needy all at once.

"Let's get married." I say once he finally breaks away.

"Mr. And Mrs. Tuck."