Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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"Story all I'm ever thinking about is you. Every time I close my eyes, you're all I see, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You're the only love I've ever had and the only one I ever needed. And when you forced me to marry you, it was the best decision I've ever made." He stopped his kiss her, like one of those kisses that don't last long, but you can feel the passion burning from the one you love. "Our wedding night is easily my favorite memory, aside from seeing our son being born." He said softly. She knew it was his favorite, because it was her favorite too. "Why is it your favorite?" Story asked him, never really thinking about it before now. "Don't you see, Story? Our wedding night, it could've easily been your last night alive, and you chose me to spend it with. You have no idea how much that meant to me. And you let me in, metaphorically and physically," Story slapped him lightly as soon as she caught what he'd said. "That was more than I could ever have asked for. To see you, looking up at me with those dark green eyes of yours, as I showed you how much I loved you. I've kept that image of you in my head every day since then. The way you shook when I hit the right spot, every time I kissed you, the way you repeated my name in that voice you do when you feel immense pleasure. Every time you'd breathed my name, every single time you took a shaky breath, I knew you were the one. And now I'm never gonna be able to see you like that again." With that she finally understood why he was upset.

He'd no longer be able to show her how much he loved her.