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“Just know, I’ll give you the world, but I’ll only do that if you are okay with it. If you ever change your mind, I can pull strings and throw money at a problem until it disappears. In the end, I love you and I know who you are, you know who you are, and if you did let me do that, it wouldn’t change a damn thing for me.” She nodded at my words but she wouldn’t change her mind and let me give her the world. Hannah was independent and would always fight for herself.

Pulling a permanent marker from my pocket, I slid over on the seat and in between us I wrote on the seat.

9th Date

L&H

I took a picture of this one because I knew the chances of us ever seeing it again were slim to none. I wanted to remember the date when I told Hannah I loved her for the first time. I planned on telling her I loved her at every moment. I'd let her do everything she wanted to do over the next four years, then I would have her for the rest of our lives.

She took a picture of the tag too, and when her camera roll popped up I noticed that she had a picture of every single one of our tags. I looked at her with wide eyes and she smiled at me but then put her phone away. Hannah loved me too and we would fight to make this work.

Chapter 15

Hannah

He said he loved me and my heart opened up wide because I loved him too. I was seriously tempted to take him up on his offer, but every time I imagined him helping me financially, I cringed a little. I needed to pay my own way.

My goal was to leave college without debt, or as little as possible, which was why I didn’t take on a loan for housing. Ashley and I paid for our apartment so that we didn’t have extra debt to pay off. It was a good long-term plan even if it put a major damper on our social lives, because all of our time was spent working or studying.

I was trying to figure out the best time to tell him. Maybe this weekend, since it’d just be us at the house. I was bursting wanting to tell Liam that I loved him too, but I also wanted it to be a bit special for us. I wanted him to feel that I meant it and that while I was going to follow through on my goals, I wanted to be with him. The reward might be a good career doing what I loved and living in a city I’d always wanted to live in, but Liam was the cherry on top because when it was done, I got to be with him.

Liam was picking me up for another date soon. As I was getting ready, I was singing and dancing to “You’ve Got The Love” by Florence and the Machine. I had the brilliant idea of straightening my naturally wavy hair, forgetting it would take for-fucking-ever for me to straighten it. I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet, so I was in a black lacy bra and thong trying to finish up the last section.

As soon as I finished straightening the last section, I went to unplug my straightener and saw Liam leaning against the door jamb to the bathroom. His lips were parted and tipped up at the corners as he stared at me.

“Please don’t drool on my floor," I joked.

His eyes came back up to look into mine as he asked, “How did I manage to snag you?”

“You stalked me, caught me, and then wouldn’t let go. So now I suffer from Stockholm Syndrome. Speaking of stalkers, have you resorted to leaving notes for me now?”

“What note?” Liam asked, his eyes darkening slightly.

I reached over to the counter and picked up the small card that I found in my mailbox this morning and handed it to Liam. Inside the card were three words, “You are mine.”

“I didn’t leave this for you.”

I paused and looked down at the note, then back up into Liam’s eyes. I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, so I pushed any scary thoughts of an actual stalker to the back of my brain and shook my head.

“One of my friends is probably messing with me,” I said as I reached for the card.

Liam pulled his hand back and shoved the card in his back pocket, “I’ll just have to make sure I let everyone know that you are mine.”

“Oh. Is that how that works? You just claim me and I’m yours.”

“Yes.” He took two steps towards me and wrapped his arms around me.

Liam pressed his lips to mine in a heated kiss. His hands slid down my back to grip my ass. Then he was walking me back to the wall and pressing against me. I felt his hardening cock through his shorts pressing into my stomach and heat pooled in me.

I broke the kiss but he started kissing my jaw and neck, “Are we going to go eat tacos?”

“I got a taco right here that I can eat.” He lightly ran his fingers over the front of the lacy fabric of my thong, teasing me.

“Oh god,” I groaned at the joke and Liam chuckled.

“I want to bury my dick in you right now,” he purred, and I really wanted him to, but…

“I am out of condoms.”

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