Page 114 of Whispers of Fire

“Vox,” she says in a broken whisper, almost inaudible. I cover her hand with mine, wanting to touch her face, but I’m afraid she’ll break into a million pieces.

Guess I got fuckin’ scared when I found her unmoving body in the chapel today and it’s coming back now.

But I won’t fight it. I kept my feeling buried in me for so many years that I know now how fuckin’ wrong it is to do so.

“I… want… a… life… with,” one of her hands reaches for her throat, and I fuckin’ know she’s hurting right now but still, I know she needs to say those words so I let her, “you.”

I want a life with you .

As I said, I’m the luckiest motherfucker on earth. Standing on top of her, I cup her cheek as gently as I can with my large palms and kiss her slowly, showin’ her how much I love her, how she’s has become the anchor of my world, the light in my dark soul.

“Mine,” I whisper. “Forever mine.”

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The next evening, Rose was discharged from the hospital with the only order to rest and take her painkillers. She was eager to move from the hospital bed and get some fresh air.

My home wouldn’t be a safe place for us anymore, but luckily, Ares gave us the keys to his holiday house an hour from Knoxville. A modern wood cabin with everythin’ we could need. I think it was his way of giving us his blessing after today.

Told Rose we would stay there for a week before moving to Seattle and starting fresh. Had to take my stuff out of the house and find our new home on the other side of the country. I knew I would have time to do so while she rested in a safe place with a Raven Sons brother checkin’ on her and protectin’ the area.

“You okay?” I signed as I attached her seatbelt next to me. Took my car this time. No way I’m driving her on my bike in this state.

She nodded and signed back, “I’m kind of hungry actually.”

“We’ll stop on our way, Angel, no worries,” I say before kissing her again.

Can’t help myself now that she’s all mine. What we have is too damn precious to not enjoy it.

I haven’t told her yet that I had already sent a prospect to buy her a complete wardrobe with different styles of clothes so she could choose whatever she wanted to try. And I sent Ash to pack the fridge at Ares’ cabin with her favorite foods and snacks.

Wanna make sure she’s got everythin’ she needs.

The drive was quicker than I thought, and I fuckin’ loved watchin’ her eyes widen when she entered the house. Ares has good taste, and it fuckin’ showed. Wood furniture with metallic accents and high quality appliances. I know I’m gonna offer her a similar home in Seattle and I can’t wait to see her in our future kitchen, drawing in her notebook while I cook for her.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she signed to me after I gave her a quick tour of the home.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me,” I signed back with a smug smile cause I'm getting good at signing and I'm kinda fuckin’ proud of myself. I started making her macaroni and cheese when she came back downstairs in one of my large black t-shirts from the club that I had left on the bed. Love to see her like that, bare legs and my t-shirt on.

No need for any fancy stuff on her to look like a vision.

I stopped cutting the vegetables, dried my hands, all while keeping my gaze on her, then walked towards her. She smelled like the vanilla shower gel I had brought from home cause I know it’s her favorite.

“Thank you for the shower and… everything,” she signswith a cute as hell smile . “The food smells so good. I’m… I don’t know how to thank you for all of this.” She waves at our surroundings. I had understood most of what she said, well hopefully.

“It’s nothing, Angel, you deserve it. Our home will look like this too, ya know?”

And I can't fuckin’ wait.

I rest my hand on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin across the thin fabric.

“Thank you,” she says silently, before surrounding my neck with her arms, pulling herself close to me, and crushing her lips on mine. There’s an intensity to her kiss that takes me off guard. I stop us for a second, stroking her cheek while I look at her, making sure I understand what she wants.

God, I love her.

My heart skips a beat and I kiss her back, knowing we’re about to step into a new milestone of our relationship. She keeps kissing me as I lift her thighs across my hips, carrying her upstairs. Her breathing gets louder as each second passes.

Rose and I aren’t people who need to talk to know what the other feels, so I know she wants this as much as I want it.

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