THE MAN IN THE HANGING TREE | Gale Hawthorne

EIGHTEEN - Tell Me You Love Me

YOUR POINT OF VIEW

Gale and I sit on the couch in my room, the flames in the hearth flicker brightly, casting large shadows on the walls.

We had been laughing and giggling moments before, eating the baked goods and candies I bought today, but now we just sit wrapped in each other's arms.

Gale's steady heart beat lulls me into a rare calm, he's my anchor in this storm of a world.

I stare up at his grey eyes, they resemble the burning embers of a fire in the flickering light. He looks down into my own (e/c) eyes, running his  fingers through my hair.

We just lie there, enjoying each other's warmth. Gale's eyes hold so much adoration, I wish I could just tell him the truth.

"I love you, (y/n)." He says, almost randomly but at just the right time.

This is when I should say it, I should say it right now.

I love you too, Gale.

But the words don't come out. Instead I press my lips to his, and we share a passionate kiss.

"I love you so much." He whispers as we pull apart.

Again, I can't find words, so I just kiss him again. This kiss is longer, deeper, more desperate. Butterflies erupt in my stomach once again.

He makes me feel so many feelings at once.

His lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, to my neck, to my collar bone. His hands run from my shoulders to down my waist to my hips, pulling me on top of him. Our mouths meet again as I straddle his waist, somehow now even more desperate.

"I love you." Gale mutters in between breaths and kisses, his warm hands touch my bare stomach under my top making me shiver.

"I love you." His lips meet my throat.

"Gale." I sigh, as his lips move feverishly over my skin, sending waves of pleasure.

We end up stumbling across my room locked together, breaking our lips apart only to take of our clothes hastily.

I trip over something in the dark, Gale simply scoops me up in his strong arms and places me gently on the bed.

Now in my bed, devoid of any clothes, our bodies meet in act of pure ecstasy and bliss as Gale mutters sweet nothings in my ear. And for a while, I can't tell were my body ends and his begins, but I am too distracted to even care.

Gale has such a passionate personality, he's like a raging fire. Everything he does is done in his own passionate way, it makes him an even more passionate lover.

At his touch, his smooth lips, his warm skin, his scent even, I know I live this man.

His touch alone leaves me weak in the knees.

I am completely and utterly in love with Gale Hawthorne, but the words to say this fail me.

But actions speak louder than words, right?

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I wake up to soft sunlight filtering in through my bedroom windows.

I'm sprawled across Gale's broad chest, his one arm lies on my back, the other strokes the hair out of my face.

That's when I notice he's awake.

He watches me with a small smile, as he breathes his chest rises and falls beneath me in a steady rhythm. Our legs are intertwined, tangled in my silk sheets.