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She creates a shift in my existence. I’ve never felt so safe in a decision after she said, “I do”.

Emmy’s brown eyes crash into mine, and my desire for her quickens in my head and chest.

Hurling deeper and faster, Emmy reaches for me, and I grant her the lack of closeness between us.

“Christ, Emmy.”

Our mouths collide as we fuck and devour each other. Every one of Emmy’s moans produces me to take her deeper and harder until she calls for God and then comes overmyname.

I swallow her exhales as she falls down off her orgasm, and my balls constrict as my stomach flutters.

Emmy’s hand trails down the side of my face and drags my mouth open when her thumb tugs down on my lower lip.

“I’m on the pill,” she mutters. “Come inside me.”

“Fuck, baby…” After a few more plunges, I growl out, claiming her like an animal against the softness of her touch and the need to declare her as all mine.

Our foreheads join as I regain my racing heartbeat and quavering breathes.

“Forever?” Emmy inquires gently. “Is this real?”

I drive another kiss to her lips, taking my time and inhaling her scent of peaches. “It’s the most authentic thing in my life.”

“Mine too.”

I nestle my nose with hers. “Let me feed you. We’ll look over the lights and get some carbs so I can get you back into bed again.”

“To sleep?” Her voice is teasing, and I chuckle at how she really doesn’t understand how much I’m going to cherish her at any given opportunity I’m offered.

How I will protect her at any cost.

“If that’s what you wanna call it, baby.”

My chest heaves erratically as I deliver another punch to the face of the man in front of me.

I can’t feel my knuckles, just the blinding rage and despair that has been eating me alive for days.

Emmy’s pregnant and the baby isn’t mine.

I don’t know how she knows or how far along she is, but it’s clear.

Everything is so crystal fucking clear now that when I think about it, raising a baby alone or with that Alexander fucker, I spiral down again into an even darker hole.

“Leave him alone,” I hear Kyson say to one of the boys behind me.

Leave me alone.

I want to be.

I need to be.

Emmy is gone, and I can’t force myself to chill in ways that I had before.

A baby changes everything.

I deliver another shaky fist and feel the warm liquid of blood splatter along my face. I can’t see him anymore, not when my vision is blurred and I don’t want to come out of my stupor of bleakness.

No, it’s better to be here.

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