Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Maddox
There was something truly thrilling about seeing all the care in the world leave Sophia's eyes. To watch her say fuck it. To trust me. All those usual stormy stubborn sparks in her eyes, they demolish under the radiating heat, creating the most dangerous royal mess. Watching her climb over the middle section of the Ranger to get in my lap had me smirking like a fuckhead. "Jesus, Sophia, you're going to make me lose my mind. You're so stunning." I murmured. The quietness outside the car was endless. I cherished it. This. Her. Us. Reality. I missed it. Missed the lasting impression of softness touching my soul.
Holding onto my shoulders, the cream colored dress tugged up around her waist as she moved, revealing her toned thighs and perfect sun kissed skin that drove me wild. My hands went out without thought, pulling her ass right onto me. "I know." She answered smoothly, "Give me another compliment."
I chuckled. "You like that, don't you? Knowing I'm absorbed by you."
"I do. It makes me feel like you ache for me. It feels good."
She makes me feel good. Makes me feel. "I love you." I replied, dropping my head to look at her, "And I love your self awareness. That you know you're beautiful, intelligent, and you know your value. The most rare's diamond is worth less then you. I love that I never have to doubt your confidence. That I never have to reassure you in it. I love who you are. I love that you reach for me with your own ache, showing me that stillness can exist in me too."
Running her thumb down the side of my face, a breath of relief squeezed my lungs causing me to lean into her touch. "I do need the reassurance that you love me though." She replied quietly, almost in a whisper, "I think I'm going to need it more often than I want to admit if I'm being honest."
"You'll get it everyday."
Sophia doesn't know that she's actually sitting in the driveway of her future home. I chose not to tell her that, but for valid reasons. My girlfriend is like a stray cat. You can't just throw them into a house and expect it all to go well, Fred is a prime example. No, you need to be patient, let them find themselves among you. So that's what I'm doing, I'm showing her more and more of my love and letting her figure out how to take it. I'm letting her learn how it is to be loved. She'd probably panic and run if I bluntly admitted to bringing her to our future house. Sure, it's under construction, and I was in no hurry to get it done, but still. And yes, I'd run after Sophia, but I rather experience our relationship on steady feet.
This eighty-three-acre piece of property outside the city was actually owned by all of us. When we moved from Texas the first thing we did was buy a giant piece of land to build each of us a house on. See, when you live out in Texas your entire life you become a custom to having your own space. You're used to walking out onto your backyard and for miles seeing nothing but more land. Sitting in your backyard, fire lit, tv playing in the background and a bar full of liquor, you don't want to worry about your neighbors giving you fake smiles from their windows. And we all agreed it was something we still wanted to keep in our new lives. But since Kirsan, Lina, Lily, and Aster were still in school it made sense to stay in the city for the meantime. The reason I asked Sophia if she ever wanted out of the city was because selfishly, I did, and I was praying she'd say yes too.
