Page 56 of Taking Control
She is everything.
And she always will be.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Dreams do come true
Lucy
It doesn’t seem real, but it is.
It doesn’t feel like I deserve this, but I do.
I’m meant to be recovering from what I have been through, and to a certain extent, I’m still doing that, but I don’t see why I should stop moving on with my life.
I’m led in Cal’s arms, and nothing has ever felt so right.
I trust Cal completely. This isn’t some new guy that I’ve fallen into bed with. This is my life-long friend, my best friend, someone who has always had my back. Cal has never hurt me, and I don’t believe that he ever would.
Cal hasn’t preyed on me, he hasn’t used my vulnerability for his gain. He’s opened up to me, trusted me with his feelings, and in turn, I have done the same to him. I’ve dreamed of this moment since I was twelve years old. I’ve pictured it, thought about it, and kept it as a figment of my imagination. But not anymore. It’s real, we’re here, and it was so much better than I ever thought it would be.
Our connection has helped make this moment special.
Our bond has ensured that our feelings run deep.
Our mutual love has made us want to fight for our chance.
Cal lightly runs his fingers up and down my side as we lie in contended silence, the aftereffects of our orgasms running through us.
“You okay?” I hear Cal say, and I lift my head from his chest, turning so that I can look at him. Led on my front, I stare into his gorgeous royal-blue eyes, and I want to kick myself for how much time we wasted.
“I’m good,” I reply with a smile, completely lost to anything but Cal. “I’ve never felt like this,” I confess, biting my bottom lip.
“What do you mean?”
“Like everything has finally slotted into place. I mean, I shouldn’t be feeling this happy at this point in my life, should I? I shouldn’t be feeling like nothing else matters,” I admit.
“Hey, as long as happiness is all that you feel, then that is all that matters,” Cal says, his thumb coming up to run along my jawline. “I’ve been an utter fool for not telling you how I felt sooner. If I’d have done that, then all of your heartbreak might have been avoided. I will forever regret not being honest sooner.”
“You don’t need to apologise, Cal, I was just as much to blame for keeping quiet about how I felt. And if therapy is teaching me anything, then it’s that we shouldn’t feel like we have to conform to some sort of time-line. I’m finally free to make my own choices, and I choose you, Cal. I’ll always choose you.”
“You’ll always be free with me,” he says, and my heart swells with even more love for him.
“I know,” I whisper before I place a kiss on his lips and return my head to his chest.
I’m free.
Free to do what I want.
And all I want is Cal.
Now that my heart has opened up to him, I feel like nothing can get in our way.
I’ve waited my whole life to tell him, and now that I have, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let him go.
I love him.
Always have.
