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“Yeah, my Dove never was the crazy party girl type. Too sweet and pure of heart for all that shit.”

“Is that why you call me that?” I tilt my head, trying to figure out why in the world I never asked before. I just blindly accepted it because I liked that it was something only Sawyer called me. He leans forward, placing his elbows on the table as he laces his fingers together.

“You know, it’s funny. When I first called you that it was because I thought it was fitting—I associated it with the pure, innocent soul you were. But then I found out what doves truly represent and knew I’d picked the right name for you.”

“What do they represent?” I frown.

“Doves are often a symbol of peace, freedom…and love. The three most accurate things I could use to describe how I feel when I’m with you.” I stand up and round the table, causing Sawyer to sit back in his seat. He pushes the chair further away when I place a hand on his shoulder, and when there’s enough room, I place a leg on each side of his hips and sit.

“Is that so?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair.

“It is. I’ve never felt as at peace as I do when I look into your beautiful green eyes,” he brushes his fingertips down the length of my arm.

“As free as I do when I’m with you—” He presses his lips to my neck.

“Kissing you.” Kiss.

“Touching you.” Kiss.

“When I’m inside of you,” he whispers in my ear, sending electricity racing down my spine. Then he leans back and looks me in the eyes.

“And I’ve never loved anyone the way that I love you, Dove. No one has ever come close, and no one else ever will.”

CHAPTER 47

SAWYER

“Hey Dove?”

“Hmm?” Even her little hum of a response sounds sweet.

Her body is pressed against me, with one of her legs draped lazily over mine while she traces her fingertips up and down my chest.

“Why did you wait?” Her fingers stop and her head pops up so she can look at me.

“To have sex?”

“Yeah. I just mean… I know you said you and that Josh guy didn’t date but…was there ever anyone else?” She lets out a sigh that makes me wish I could take that last bit back. I don’t think I want to know if there was someone else she wanted that with. She’s mine now. That’s all that matters.

“Yeah. There was someone else. He was the only guy I ever really thought of that way and when it didn’t work with him the way I had hoped it would, I just kind of… I don’t know. Lost the desire?” She shrugs. “So, I dated. But when I would think of sleeping with anyone but him it never felt right.” It suddenly feels like there’s a boulder on my chest, and I feel like a fucking idiot for even asking the damn question in the first place.

“Who was the guy?”

“Sawyer?” I can’t quite pinpoint the tone of her voice, but I can tell she’s wondering why I’m asking. She sits up straighter in the bed, letting the sheet fall to showcase her perfect body.

Smooth skin.

Full breasts.

Pussy that only I’ve ever had.

So why do I keep torturing myself over who was in her past?

Because that Josh guy showing up really took you by surprise and you need to learn to let things go.

“It was you.” Her words confuse me, before I can fully process them.

“Me?”

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