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I have nothing to really offer him, and sometimes it feels like it’s a dream and can’t be real that he would want me. Also, after all of this time, we haven’t had sex—the fact that he hasn’t had sex blows my mind.

I feel beyond special.

This can’t be real life, right? But here I am, staring at my phone because he told me he is coming home.

When he won the cup, we all ran out on the ice and I went straight to him. He lifted me off the ground, and what did I do?

I kissed him.

I kissed the hell out of him, after all of the years I have wanted to feel his lips against mine. He took over the kiss and kissed me back just as hard. The world around us disappeared, it was just us in that moment.

After an unknown amount of time, I pulled back after basically attacking him, and his eyes were lit with happiness. “You’re ready.” His voice was soft; I could hear his affection for me.

I rested my forehead against his, breathing him in. “I’m ready to be yours. It’s time, if you still want me,” I told him.

He cupped the back of my neck, holding me to him. “I have waited for you, the ball has been in your court, but now you’re mine.” He had a wicked look in his eyes. I let the monster out of the cage and now he had set his eyes on his prey.

Me.

“Yours,” I agreed with him because it’s the truth.

He smiled and kissed me once more, this time making the first move.

After that, he had to finish up some things and then he was coming home. He was retiring from sports to be a part of the MC full-time.

I got home yesterday and I thought it would take a couple of months to get things worked out, but no, he is on the plane right this moment to come home to me.

I’m nervous and scared, but it’s not because I fear him, it’s because after all of these years it’s actually happening and we will be starting this relationship for real.

Honestly, over the years, I thought he would get tired of me and just move on to someone else.

He has stood firm on what he told me years ago, though.

He has given me a house, paid for my schooling and all of the bills, and I never once touched him sexually or him me.

That day in the parking lot, he said my worth isn’t based on if I had sex with him or not. He proved that to me—he proved to me that he was determined to have me when it was time.

And it’s time.

I know without a doubt that a relationship would not have been possible back then because I was so broken from the abuse that was afflicted on me. I had PTSD so bad I would pass out from panic attacks, and my dad would find me lying in different parts of the house because something had triggered me.

I was terrified to start school, but no boy ever touched me at school or even came close because of Ronny and his friends. And when he graduated, he made sure I was escorted to and from class by someone.

He has spoiled me, taken care of me.

I dash around the beautiful home, cleaning and organizing everything to make it is as beautiful as I can, stressing myself out to make it all look perfect.

Ronny

Over the years, I have held myself back from going to her and making her mine. It’s been the hardest fucking thing I have ever done. She needed time to deal with the shit that happened to her when she was kidnapped as a child.

But it was worth it.

I watched her change year after year; the smile finally reached her eyes, she gained some weight that filled out her cheeks that were once so fucking hollow.

Her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes that haunt me at night when I think back to that fourteen-year-old girl terrified because her past caught up to her.

That night I made a promise to myself to protect her so she doesn’t ever have that haunted look in her eyes ever again.

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