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I only wish I had the strength to let it show’

‘I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever

I said there is no reason for my fear

Cause I feel so secure when we’re together

You give my life direction, you make everything so clear’

A tear slips from my eye onto the pillow. Theo leans forward to press a kiss to my lips, then starts peppering my face with little kisses as the song plays- pressing them to my cheeks, my chin, my eyelids, the tip of my nose.

‘And if I have to crawl upon the floor,

come crashing through your door,

Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore’

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Theo

“Wake up,” comes the sweetest voice, reaching into my mind, pulling me from sleep. The voice of an angel. I feel the weight of Brooke on the mattress beside me, shifting to move closer. Then I feel her fingertips stroking my hair gently. “Wake up, handsome…”

I blink my eyes open, meeting the ocean blue of Brooke’s eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Mmm,” I hum, leaning my head into her hand as she gently scratches my scalp. “That feels good.”

Her pouty pink lips tip up into a smile as she traces her fingernails in a circle.

“What time is it?” I squint, furrowing my brow.

“Six.”

“Six?!” I throw my eyes wide.

Brooke giggles, sliding the covers off of her body and sitting up.

“Why the hell are we awake?” I groan, scrubbing a hand over my face. “We don’t have to get up for at least another two hours, let’s go back to sleep…”

Brooke smirks at me over her shoulder, then moves to crawl on top of me. She straddles me, pressing her palms to my chest.

Okay, if this is what we’re doing, I’m totally okay with being woken up at six in the morning…

“I was hoping we could get outta here for a little bit before we start our day,” she coos, raking her fingernails down my chest gently. “Go somewhere to talk.”

Right. After yesterday, that’s probably a good call. I mean we sorta made up last night, but we’ve still got some shit to figure out.

I blow out a breath, reaching out to grasp her hips. I slide my hands up underneath her shirt onto her waist, and then I can’t help but keep going, cruising up higher to cup those perky little tits that fit my hands so perfectly.

“How about breakfast on pine mountain?” I ask, kneading her boobs gently. Her nipples harden under my touch and I flick my thumbs across them.

“Mmm.” She presses forward into my hands and the humming sound she makes goes straight to my dick. “That sounds perfect.”

Brooke grins, pushing off my chest with her palms and climbing off of me, out of bed.

Blue balls it is.

“I’m gonna brush my teeth, put in my contacts, get dressed…” she mumbles, taking her glasses off of the nightstand and sliding them onto her face. “And I’ll meet you outside in like fifteen minutes?”

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