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“Breathe for me, Dove.” She exhales and I bury my face in her neck, kissing, biting, licking, as I slowly slide into her. Her nipples harden and press against my chest while I kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“Almost there baby, let me in,” I whisper as she relaxes and drops her hips, taking the rest of me so beautifully. I thrust into her, slow but firm, as sounds of pure satisfaction vibrate through my chest.

I lean back and look at her, seeing the tears spilling over her eyes and stop.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” I begin to pull out, but she tightens her grip on me to stop me.

“I just missed you so much, please don’t stop,” she cries, with a smile on her face. “Fuck me like you love me.” Holding her up with one arm behind her back, I grab her face gently with the other as I begin again.

“I love you, Leah. I have always loved you. I am yours, baby. Only. Always. Forever.” I wrap both of my arms around her, holding her body close to mine as I pound into her, our lips dancing with one another the way they always do.

We stay this way until our lips are tingling, our bodies spent, and the very last wave of our climax has subsided.

CHAPTER 54

LEAH

No one tells you how hard it is to pull yourself out of the darkness that grief throws you into. One moment you’re living life, in love and on your way to a new place with the person who makes you happiest, the next you’re feeling your world crumble around you, and then—without warning—you’re staring at a blank TV screen, wondering what the rest of your life will be like if you don’t get up.

I miss my dad; I’ll never stop missing him because he was the best man I’d ever known. Learning that he left his truck to me—no doubt because that’s where some of our best memories were made—caused me to break down all over again. That thought was exactly what led me to the image of Sawyer—the other best man I’ve ever known—and I knew if I didn’t go to him, I would lose him forever too.

Before I knew it, I was in the truck driving to his house. Completely unshowered, in the same state I’d remained in for several days, because I simply couldn’t do anything else until I knew whether or not he still loved me. After the way I’d blamed him for my absence the last few months of my father’s life and for my not being here when he passed, the cruelty of those remarks would warrant his never wanting to speak to me again.

Luckily, the things my grief allowed me to believe were the farthest thing from true. Sawyer didn’t stop loving me or wish not to speak to me anymore because of what I had said to him. He simply stayed away because that’s what I had asked of him. Because if there’s anything I’ve learned about him in the last few months, it’s that he would do anything to make me happy.

“Your hair smells so good.” He presses his nose to the top of my head and inhales deeply.

“You picked a really good shampoo. I could never afford that brand. Why do you think I shower here more than my own place?” I look up at him and smile and he watches me—like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.

I’m in one of his black T-shirts and a pair of underwear I’d left here and he’s in nothing but a pair of boxers while we lay in bed together.

“Hey Dove. If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to, but…do they know what happened? With your dad?” My heart sinks at the thought but I’m sure he’s been curious—I know I would be. I have no idea what my mom has told people, if anything at all.

“He uh, he had a stroke—not the one we knew about, he had one before that—and it was what they’ve decided to call a mini stroke, so they didn’t think they had anything to worry about. But then he had the second one and…” I trail off and he doesn’t press any further.

“I am so sorry, baby.” I glance up and his brows are raised, then he looks at me and his features soften.

“Thanks,” I say softly, letting the warmth of his skin comfort me as I will my heart to pull back together.

“Are you hungry?” He caresses my cheek with his thumb, changing the subject as if he knows that’s exactly what I need.

“For the first time in weeks, yes actually,” I answer honestly.

“Italian, Mexican or Pizza?” he asks, and I feel like I could eat my favorite dish from each place right now.

“Yes,” I giggle, trying to think of a real answer to give him, but he has other plans.

“All of them it is.” He winks at me as he picks his phone up and places our order, and I bury my face deeper into him. The cedarwood scent from his body wash fills my senses and I feel my eyes growing heavier with every passing minute.

Just as I think I may fall asleep; I’m shocked back to full attention.

“Move in with me, Dove.” I sit up in the bed and look down at him—taking in the gorgeous smile on his face and the content look in his eyes. I’m confused at first by my lack of push back, but no one has ever felt more like home to me than him. Which is why coming here today has made me feel better than anything else has even come close to in the past few weeks.

“Okay.”

“What? That’s it? No arguments?” He looks at me surprised.

“Did you want me to argue with you?” I raise a brow at him, and he laughs.

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