It was a wedding. I wasn’t suppoed to be as pissed off as I was. I should have been in a great mood. I typically was at things like this. I loved weddings. The joy and love that surrounded everything. The food and the drinking and the dancing. It was always a blast. Everyone let go of any bull shit and just lived in the happiness of these two people. You couldn’t help but respond to that. To feel good about that. But here I was, angry as hell and staring at her from across the reception hall.
I tapped my fingernails against the bottom of my champagne flute and felt my eyes lower into furious slits as I focused on her. I hadn’t heard from her in three weeks. There was no excuse for her absence. We’d had an amazing night together. We’d had fun, which wasn’t something we typically had together clothed. She’d been lighter. But as she’d fallen asleep she’d mumbled three words that I knew she hadn’t meant to let out and by morning my bed was empty. She wouldn’t answer my calls, she wasn’t home when I stopped by. Her assistant suddenly couldn’t find her, which I knew was absolute crap. She was pulling away. Again. And I was so furious I could have stood on this table in front of the two hundred guests and screamed at her.
The speeches were given but I didn’t hear any of them. Food was served, but I couldn’t taste it. People engaged me in conversation at the table but still, I stayed a ghost, too focused on her.
It didn’t help my mood that she looked amazing, but what else did I expect from her? The purple satin of her dress * hugged her body, reminding me how dangerous each curve was. Her hair was curled and tousled. She didn’t look like a girl with half as many issues as she had but I knew better. That carefully placed smile was fake. I thought she was letting me in. I thought she was finally healing from whatever had broken her before me….but I was wrong. Other than a timid glance, she hadn’t even looked at me.
The dancing had begun as well as the drinking and everyone was loosening up except for me. I stood up from my deserted table and tucked my shirt into my pants, straightening the lapels of my black suit. * I made my way across the hall and approached the back of her seat, placing my hands on the back and lowering my mouth to her ear.
“Long time no see,” I kept my voice low and it startled her. She turned from the girl she was talking to and brought her face around to mine. For a slight second I saw weakness in her eyes but she hardened quickly.
“Do you need something?” I clenched my jaw, suppressing my urge to scream at her again and stood up, flashing a smile at her friend so I didn’t seem like a dick and holding my hand out to the obscenely volatile creature.
“Dance with me.”
She looked at my hand and shifted in her seat, swallowing hard. “I’m good,” she declined and turned back to her friend. My ears went hot with the anger building under my skin and I braced her chair again and bent down to talk against her ear, not wanting her friend to hear how angry my tone was.
“Did you hear my voice go up at the end? Not a question. Get up.” I stole the line she’d used on me once, causing her spine to go ridged and her teeth to bare down.
“Fine,” she spoke through her teeth and put her hand in mine, standing up and letting me lead her to the dance floor. I unbuttoned my jacket, turning her in a wide circle and crashing her to my chest, holding her tight with my hand against the small of her back and my other hand grasped tightly to hers. She wasn’t going anywhere.
She looked around the dance floor with a huff, looking for an escape as we moved in slow circles.
“Where have you been?” I watched the bride and groom dance but kept my voice down so only she could hear it.
“Busy.”
“Bull shit.”
“My life doesn’t revolve around you, Harry.”
I turned my face to hers, so close that the ends of our noses nearly touched. “I woke up and you were gone. I haven’t talked to you in three weeks and not for lack of trying. I told you I wasn’t playing this game anymore. What the fuck is going on?”
She wet her lips and tried to find someplace else to look but I had her too close to me. When she looked back up at me there was a quiet plea in her eyes and I wasn’t sure why.
“Not here. Can we go someplace else?”
I released my hold on her but took up her hand, I wasn’t going to let her get away again. I pulled her out of the reception hall and down the hallway, dragging her next to me like a child in trouble. I found the kitchen and led her in. It was empty now that the dinners had been served and everything had been cleared.
I let her go and she walked into the large industrial kitchen and sighed, smoothing her hands down her dress as she collected her thoughts and I waited to hear them. She turned and looked back at me, her eyes trailing the length of me.
“You look good in your suit,” she smirked and I rolled my eyes at her and looked away. I narrowed my eyes at her when I heard the clip of her heels echo against the kitchen walls until she was standing in front of me. Her hands pushing under my jacket and up the ironed white front of my shirt. I looked down at her, completely unamused. Thankful that my body wasn’t betraying me in this moment. I must have underestimated how angry I really was.
“What the hell happened?” I asked as her fingers straightened my black bow tie and fixed my collar.
“You tell me,” I watched her eyes trail the vein on my neck and across my lips but still, I didn’t respond to it.
“I think you told me you loved me and ran like a coward.”
Her eyes locked on mine in slapped shock, not expecting me to be so blunt. I raised my eyebrows, challenging her to tell me I was wrong.
“I was come struck, I didn’t know what I was saying. You’d fucked me delirious.”
“God, what is wrong with you? Seriously? What’s your damage?” I took her hands off of me and walked away from her, needing distance. She was trying to play me and I wasn’t going to allow it.
“I—” she looked stumped. Like she couldn’t remember how to form words or what to say. She couldn’t even play her own game with me.
“Why have you fucked with me from day one? Why do you insist on turning everything to shit? What have I done? Things have been so good. I’ve actually enjoyed your company. I’ve missed it. But like always, you’re freaking out and I have no idea why.”
Her eyes welled with tears and I watched her defenses break. She had no idea what to say. How to handle me at my breaking point. I know she could tell that this was the make it or break it point for me. That she either had to tell me the truth or I was going to walk away.
Like water on a cold day, I watched her turn to ice again and knew I was going to get nowhere with her here. She walked up to me again, holding to my lapels and pushing me back against the stainless steel prep counter. I braced the cold steel, refusing to touch her as she brought her body in closer to mine, slipped her leg between mine and smoothed her hands across my stomach and back around my sides into my jacket.
“Why do we have to talk about this here? It’s a wedding. We should be drinking. Dancing. Fucking in the coat room.” Her nose trailed across my jaw and her tongue flicked out against the hinge and even through my anger I felt that burn for her in the pit of stomach. Her hand moved down my waist, her finger trailing the zipper of my trousers. “You know how much I love getting you out of a suit. I like the challenge.”
I kept my eyes straight ahead, trying to block her out but the wet press of her lips against my neck went through my resolve. Three weeks was a long time to go without after our last encounter. Sex with her was only getting better. More addicting if that was even possible. I woke up needing her, I spent the entire day frustrated and angry wanting her and I’d go to bed so fucking desperate I wouldn’t be able to shut my brain off.
She unclasped the first hook of my trousers and I moved my hands to her hip and held tightly. “Stop.”
“I thought we weren’t playing that game anymore?” she teased, licking her tongue along the hard vein of my neck and pressing her chest against mine.
“I’m not,” I pushed her away from me, holding her at arms length while she huffed and glared at me. “Look, you have two options. One, enjoy the wedding, go home and forget all this. The other, enjoy the wedding, come to my place, talk to me about what the fuck is going on and we’ll figure things out from there.”
I dropped my hands and straightened up, fixing the clasp on my pants and smoothing down my shirt at my stomach. I wished like hell I knew what she was thinking when she’d stare at me the way she was. The battle that she was waging inside her own head. Why she couldn’t just let go.
Christ, why couldn’t I fall for girls with less issues?
I left her alone in the kitchen and tried to join the festivities. I had a couple glasses of champagne and it loosened me up some but my eyes were constantly finding her. She stayed at her table the rest of the reception. Spacing out and picking at the centerpiece. Not even bothering with her drink. When she looked up and saw the bride and groom I saw a hurt flicker across her face. Not a jealousy that I recognized in some women at weddings. The ones that wished it were them and were bitter because it wasn’t. But a deep rooted pain. A memory.
I went home before the party died down, not much in the mood to stick around. I’d barely gotten off my dress shoes before I heard the soft knock on my front door. It had to be her. It was nearly one in the morning but she wasn’t one to knock typically.
I rubbed my eyes hard with my index and thumb, already feeling the stress from our coming conversation building up behind them. I opened the door with a quick twist of the handle and walked away from it, leaving it open for her to enter as I walked to my small bar and poured myself two fingers of whiskey. I wasn’t much for the stuff straight but I needed something to take the edge off. I was still so mad at her. Hurt by the fact that she’d just left me there after finally opening up to me. Like I meant nothing more to her than a good shag.
“Wanna pour two of this?” She asked and I took up another glass and dropped the liquid in, turning to hand it to her. I could feel her close behind me before I’d even turned. The soft smell of her and the way the air seemed to go electric with her presence.
She took it from me and let her eyes timidly drop down the length of me as she took a sip. I stared at her as I sipped the strong liquor and felt it burn down my throat.
“You really do look amazing in a suit,” she commented without a hint of innuendo but I was too angry with her to accept any kind of flattery. I flashed my eyebrows upwards and took another sip while she stared into her glass. “I’m sorry.”
Her words were barely audible but they were two words I’d never thought I’d hear from her. I shot back the rest of my drink, bearing my teeth on the harsh swallow and placing the glass down.
“For what?” The whiskey made my voice raw, angrier.
She looked up at me and none of her defenses were there. I couldn’t see the steel wall or her carefully placed armor. I couldn’t see the sexuality she used to distract me. All I saw was her. Vulnerable and scared.
“I shouldn’t have ignored you. I just…things were getting too heavy and I…I don’t know. I couldn’t.”
“How were they getting heavy? It’s not like I was asking you to move in. We were having fun. For once.”
“I—I know, I just…fuck, Harry. I….fuck, you’re right. You’re so right,” her eyes brimmed and she placed her glass down and walked away from me, moving to the couch and sitting with a soft thud, burying her face in her palm. I came and sat next to her, untying my bow tie and loosening the top two buttons on my shirt.
I was quiet for awhile while she tried to steady her breathing and stop herself from crying. Taking in long shaky breaths that did nothing for her nerves.
“Whoever he is…whatever he did to you…that’s not me,” I took a shot in the dark but knew I’d hit the target. I’d been picking up on it for awhile now. Her trust issues and inability to let me anywhere close to her emotionally. It had a man written all over it. Whoever he was I wanted to kill him because I knew that underneath all of this scar tissue was a beautiful amazing smart funny playful lighthearted girl. And in those glimpses that she let me have of her, I was falling for her. It was that girl that kept me around.
She looked up at me, into my eyes as if I’d just read her soul to her.
“How do you know all of this without me telling you?” She searched my face as if she were trying to figure me out. But she knew me too. I know she did. I don’t think anyone knew me like she did.
“I see you,” I tucked my fingers into her hair and her hand immediately raised to press against the back of my palm.
“That’s what scares me,” she exhaled and a tear ran down her cheek, staining the delicate satin in a small circle on her dress. “The way you look at me sometimes. And the way you touch me and Jesus,” she breathed and her eyes closed, her cheek leaning into my palm more. “The way that you kiss me. It makes me forget that I’ve ever been hurt. It makes me trust you and need you. And that’s so terrifying.”
I bent forward, letting my forehead pin to hers. I felt my anger evaporating and that tug, that longing in my chest that made me so protective of her. So precious towards what we have, taking over. That voice that constantly screamed at me not to let her go for any reason. Fight. For as long as I had to, just keep fighting. It was going to be worth it.
“You should have left my drunk ass on the floor. Gotten out while you could. Stayed gone.”
“I couldn’t.”
She placed her hand to my cheek and my eyes closed on instinct. We were not tender with each other. It wasn’t who we were as a couple or lovers. To have that gentleness from her warmed me through to my core.
“It was impossible not to answer my phone when you called. To ignore you. To act like I wanted that other girl when really all I could think about was you.”
“Did you know something would happen before you showed up?”
“Yes.”
“Why’d you act like you didn’t want it then?”
“Pride. To punish you. Cause I was angry at myself. Pick one.”
“I don’t even know if it’s possible for us to start over anymore, Harry.”
“Did you mean what you said?”
“When?”
“The last time I saw you,” I knew bringing up her slipped confession, the three words that I knew terrified her more than anything was a gamble. I could lose this moment between us so quickly if I made even the slightest wrong move. But she was silent. Her eyes remained closed and her forehead stayed pressed to mine. I could feel her sweet breath as she released it.
“Yes,” her voice was meek, barely a whisper but I wasn’t going to torture her and make her repeat it. I’d heard her then and I heard her now. It was enough.
“Then we’ll start from here.”
I took up her hand and kissed her knuckles, getting off the couch and taking her with me, leading her back to my bedroom. Her fingers curled around my wrist until she was holding me with both hands, her lips pressed to the back of my shoulder as we entered the room.
She stared at my bed like she’d never seen it before. As if she were scared of it. I released her hand and stepped behind her, grazing the back of my knuckles down the slick silk of her sides, smoothing my hands around her stomach as she pressed her back against me and rest her head on my shoulder.
“I want you to be here in the morning,” I made my simple demand and she moved her hands over mine and nodded.
I moved my hands back and she placed one of hers around the back of my thigh and the other behind my head as my fingers pinched the zipper of her dress and dragged it down, following the curve of her backside before slipping my fingers under the thick straps at her shoulders and pushing the dress slowly down her skin. Peeling it away and pretending as if I was taking all of her insecurities with it.
The sheer black lace corset * was not what I expected to find underneath the purple satin. My fingers ran down the hard boning on her torso and followed the pulled in curves of her. I wanted to feel her. Truly feel her and let her feel me. Know I’m there and trust that it’s exactly where I planned to stay. I was going to take my time. I was going to take her slow. I was going to make love to her the way I’d wanted to for months now.
When I moved for my suit coat she turned her head back to me, taking my wrist in her hand to stop me. “Let me. Please.” I kissed the space between her eyes and moved my hand away, letting her turn to me. The visual of her in front of me, her curls tousled and thrown across her shoulders, the corset intricate and feminine and cinching her in, the delicate lace of her underwear and the supple swell of her breasts every time she took in a breath. She was absolutely breathtaking but it was her face that got me more than anything. The wash of vulnerability and tenderness. I looked her in the eyes and I felt like I finally saw her looking back at me. She was mine. I knew it then.
She smoothed her hands up the starched linen of my shirt, bending under my jacket at my shoulders and pushing my jacket off slowly, letting her hands move down my arms as the expensive fabric dropped to the floor. Raising my collar, she pulled my bow tie free and let it float to the ground as well. She pulled up on the sides of my shirt, pulling it free of my trousers. The only noise in the room that of fabric brushing against fabric.
With each button she undid, she placed a soft kiss to the skin it revealed. Dragging her lips down to the next spot until her mouth was pressed to the space under my naval, right above my waistline. She stood, her hands moving over my torso as she did, tracing the dark lines of ink on my chest.
“I love that you can look so proper but underneath….there’s so much more to you.” She kissed my collarbone and brushed her nose against me, her warm breathing cooling as it trickled down me. “I missed your skin,” she confessed, lips still grazing across my newest ink. I pressed my nose into her hair near her ear and closed my eyes, inhaled her, felt her warmth at her hips against my palms.
“I missed you,” I stated simply, not referencing anything specific cause I’d missed all of her. Even the vile side. I would take her toying with me over not having her at all. And I wasn’t quite sure how messed up that made me.
She took her time with my cufflinks, brushing her lips on the skin at my inner wrist when she’d succeeded before moving to the next. I’d never been undressed like this. I’d disrobed others this way. Slowly and appreciatively. But to be the recipient of it gave me an odd sense of calm. Of peace. I wanted her to go faster but I needed her to take her time. I could tell she needed it too.
My shirt fell away from me easily and her fingertips danced across my skin, lighting across my chest as I combed my fingers through her curls. Springing back from my touch. Her hands fell to my waistline, her knuckle brushing against the thin line of hair before she carefully unhooked my trousers and pulled down the zipper. She placed her hands on my hips between my trousers and underwear, burying her face in my neck, allowing me to press my cheek to her temple.
“I’m so scared,” she admitted, her heart thundering against mine.
“I’m right here,” my lips brushed the shell of her ear. With hands far steadier than her heart she slipped underneath my boxers over my butt and pushed my trousers and underwear down. There was no more barrier for me. I was naked. As naked as I wanted her to be.
I lifted her gently and lay her back on my bed while her hands braced behind my neck, in my hair. I gripped her corset, pulling in so the row of tiny hooks released and I could fold her open to me, her body retaking it’s natural shape. The one I lived for and knew by heart. I ran my palm down her middle, dipping to kiss above her naval as I pulled her delicate panties off her legs and discarded them.
“Harry,” my name was a breath. A whisper. An exhale on that perfect mouth. I looked at her and her eyes were welled with tears, brimming and threatening to spill. “I…,” she wanted to say it again. It was written on every single one of her features but to say it and know I heard it. To look at me when the words left her lips. I knew it was too much. That she’d break. The simple fact that she wanted to say it again and this time be sure I heard it was enough.
Her hand brushed my cheek and I turned my lips to her palm and kissed it. “I know. I know now,” I closed my eyes, lips still pressed to palm as her other hand pushed my curls behind my ear.
I came back up her body, aligning myself with her. She let her hand fall back to the bed beside her head, palm up and I immediately met her palm to palm, locking my fingers tight with hers. She cupped my cheek as a runaway tear fell from the corner of her eye back into her hair.
“I’m so sorry I’ve put you through this,” her lips trembled as she let me see her in her most vulnerable state.
“I know you are. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. It’s not.”
“Shhh,” I pinned my forehead to hers, my lips puckering against the silk sheen of hers. Trying to comfort her. I knew that her peace, her best moments, always came when we were connected. Her truest self. The only time she didn’t feel judged or scared. Broken or guilty. It was all in those moments were I was inside her. I saw that now. It wasn’t a weapon, like I’d thought. It was her therapy. Her solace. The only way she knew how to heal herself. So as another tear slipped from her eye, I pushed slowly inside her with a slight hitch in my breathing and an exhale from her that seemed to relax her as her fingertips pressed into the back of my neck.
“I love you. I love you so much, Harry.”
My breath released in a tremble. I’d never heard those words spoken to me and believed them so fully without question. I knew it was true, because I’d earned it. And in all those moments were I questioned my sanity. When even through my fury, I couldn’t let her go, I knew how I felt. What all of this meant.
“I love you too, baby.” I shifted my body up and she closed her eyes and held her breath, squeezing my hand tighter. Pulling her legs stronger around my waist. Gripping me harder. I pulled back and drove in slowly, deep, deeper still as I shifted my hips and her head fell back on her neck, her lips parting as I pressed mine to her throat.
Again her body was tight for me. Hugging my length like it wasn’t used to the stretch and I knew that even though she’d ran. Even though it’d been weeks since we’d had each other. She’d stayed faithful. I sighed a restrained relief, resting my forehead to the hollow of her throat as I moved in a slow pace to let her body remind itself of how much I filled her.
With each slide of my body our stomachs glided across each others, our chests pressed tight. When I licked my tongue across my own lips, it ghosted across hers as well. I’d never been this close to her. Never felt her arms wound around me and her fingertips pressing into my skin like this.
She lifted her leg against my side and rest the sole of her foot against the back of my thigh, tilting her hips upwards and letting me sink further and I kept pressing until her body was engulfed in the mattress and I was engulfed in her.
“Oh God,” she exhaled, her eyes struggling to stay open and connected to mine. I dipped inside her and she let out a soft cry as I closed my lips around her upper. She sucked against my bottom lip, no doubt reddening it before our mouths opened and I kissed her as deep as I could. Needing to be incased in her in every possible way.
Pushing my hand between her lower back and the mattress I lifted her and she braced her arms under mine, rolling her hips up. Taking me from under me. As we exchanged breaths and kissed with a hunger that fed the electricity in our veins.
Clenching as she rolled, she clung to me, lifting her body off the mattress. I broke from her lips, my neck falling back as a wave of pleasure made me go dizzy. “Hooh, fuck,” I gasped and dropped my head to the crook of her neck, rolling us till she was on top of me.
She stayed draped over me, her breasts pushing against my chest, her hands in my hair as she tilted my chin back and claimed the skin of my throat while her hips took on a slow rocking motion that made blood sing in my ears and race down my body to my thrumming sex that was still deeply buried inside her.
“I want you behind me. I love it when your heart beats against my back,” she requested and I wanted nothing more than to give her exactly what she wanted. She sat up, riding me slowly, with palms flat to my hips for a few seconds as I watched her and felt her and wanted to be in every part of her.
She moved off of me and I immediately circled my arm around her waist and positioned my body on top of hers as she rest on her stomach. I kissed the back of her shoulder as she balled the pillow up under her head and rest her cheek against it, looking back at me as I entered her, leaving her hips flat on the mattress, her legs together as my cock slid between her wet thighs and her even wetter folds.
“Oooh God, that’s perfect, baby,” she purred, grazing her own shoulder with her lips. I cupped her cheek, laying my body against her back and moving only my hips, letting them piston inside her tight core as I captured her lips again. She moaned against my tongue, whimpering as I stroked her walls.
I broke away from her mouth and dropped my forehead to the pillow beside her. “Damn it, God you feel so good.” I thrust up abruptly, pushing tight against her causing her to cry out and pull in her face.
“Oh Jesus, you’re so deep.”
I pulled out quickly, sitting back and turning her, she held my forearms as I lifted her fast and she wrapped her arms around my head and took me back into the warm shelter of her body. I cupped under her arms, watching her face as I picked her up, sliding her against my cock, holding her around the head and then slowly sinking her back until her butt was sat on my thighs. Her mouth falling open in a silent moan.
When our eyes could stand to stay open we focused on one another. When our lips could be controlled enough to move we kissed deeply. Our hands touched. Our bodies felt. We moved. We were us but somehow more. When she came her body shuddered around me and her arms held me strong as her lips rest opened against mine so I could accept each perfect noise that escaped her.
I watched her empty, felt her pulse and then followed her swiftly over the ledge. My heart fluttered as I pumped stream after stream inside her, panting hot and lost against her neck. She didn’t stop moving until the last of me dripped free and my body softened.
This wasn’t enough. I needed more of her.
I lay her back to the pillows and cupped her full breast, licking the tip of my hot tongue around her nipple as her back arched and she hissed, her body still coming down. Still sensitive as I sucked her into my mouth and pressed my palm firm to her back to push her further up.
I found my lips between her legs with no idea how I’d gotten there. So delirious and still so needy that I acted without thought. Dipping my tongue against her pink center as her hips rose to meet me and her fingers pushed into the front of my hair.
My release was seeping from her. Trickling to the mattress, mixed in with the taste of her sweet fruit. I thrust my tongue inside her, coating it with us. The strange cohesion of her, a flavor I recognized and adored, and the tangy sweet salt of myself. I sucked against her clit and she nearly screamed in her sensitivity.
“God, yes, Harry! Shit, baby. Taste what your cock does to me,” she moaned and my stomach tensed as I curled my arm under her leg and brought my hand around to hold her soft lips open to me so I could circle and tease and flick her clit. I licked her slow, bottom to top and felt her thigh tremble under my palm.
I slipped two fingers inside her and she immediately spilled into my palm, warm and so wet as I kept my tongue in movement against her tiny bundle of nerves. I needed only to press against her g spot, remind her of the last time I’d had her in my bed, and she was through. Her orgasm thundering through her like a tornado.
She couldn’t inhale, only shoot harsh breaths out in audible gusts as her stomach jolted and her thighs shook. When she was done I gave one last long languid lick, kissing her clit and pressing my face down to the mattress between her thighs. My hair tickling her and making her suck in a breath and grip it in a tight fist.
I lifted my head and kissed her thigh, coming back to her and laying on my side, pulling her in against me until she was cocooned in me. Her lips resting against the birds on my chest, her hands curled around and pressed to my shoulder blades. Her legs twisted with mine. She looked up at me and I lazily ran the back of my nails against her cheek before kissing her simply because I wasn’t ready to not be a part of her body.
We kissed slow and tenderly, with no intention or desire to stop, for close to ten minutes before she finally moved me beneath her and kissed over my heart with a deep exhale through her nose. She rest her chin over the spot and looked up at me while I pet back her damaged curls, and massaged the ridge of her ear.
“I was engaged….about two years ago now,” she spoke calmly and I listened though I’d already figured that much out. I could tell by the way she’d watched the bride and groom tonight. It was a painful reminder of something she’d almost had. “She was my best friend. My maid of honor. It was four months after we’d gotten engaged. At our party. But….I guess it started long before that. He was sweet and romantic and doting. I thought that no one in the world would ever love me like he did. I was convinced. He wanted to marry me, but he could do that to me. I thought, ‘Well this is love. And I want no part of it.’ I shut off. But you saw through it all didn’t you?”
I traced her eyebrow with my thumb and felt how much I loved her swell in my chest. How much I wanted to protect her. How happy I was that she was finally opening up to me. Telling me the truth. She didn’t seem hurt telling me. She was ready to. She trusted me and it was something I could never take for granted.
I turned her under me once more and her entire body hugged me to her while my nose ran the bridge of hers and my lips nuzzled against hers.
“That wasn’t love,” I stated, because I firmly believed that you couldn’t truly love someone and knowingly destroy them. “This is,” I corrected and watched her eyes fill again as her fingers found their path along my lip. She cradled the back of my head and pinned her forehead to mine, closing her eyes and sighing as I thumbed away a renegade tear from her eye.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” She asked and I closed my eyes too and relaxed my body against her.
“Yes.”
“You’re not gonna leave?”
“No.”
“You love me?” She whispered and I felt a small smile tug the corner of my lips.
“Very much.”
“Then don’t let me run.”
I kissed her softly, letting myself feel that she was real and believe it. “If you run, I’ll chase you.”
“Angels”
Light reflects from your shadow
It is more than I thought could exist
You move through the room
Like breathing was easy
If someone believed me
They would be
As in love with you as I am
They would be
As in love with you as I am
They would be
As in love with you as I am
They would be
In love, love, love
And everyday
I’m learning about you
The things that no one else sees
And the end comes too soon
Like dreaming of angels
And leaving without them
And leaving without them
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
And with words unspoken
A silent devotion
I know you know what I mean
And the end is unknown
But I think I’m ready
As long as you’re with me
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love, love, love
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