Page 38 of More Than A Feeling

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

She sniffled. "Yeats."

"Yeah, baby."

"You love me?"

I pulled her into my arms gently so as to not jostle her. "Yeah, I do."

"You hurt me."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Tears shimmered in her eyes. "How can I be sure you won't do it again?"

"Can't be. I probably will, but never on purpose." I let her see into me, through me.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I love you too. But I'm scared, afraid to risk it."

"I know." I wiped her tears. "How about you give us a chance?"

"What does that mean?"

I kissed her forehead, then her nose, and then her lips. "How about we date?"

Her eyes widened. "Date?"

"Yeah, like properly. Like we were meant to. We'll take it slow and easy."

She licked her lips. "So, no sex?"

My dick protested. Being around her without fucking her would be tough—I knew because I'd been doing it for a week, and my hand was tired while my cock was frustrated about not being inside of her.

"Your call," I said hoarsely.

"Well, I want to have sex," she announced. "I like having sex with you."

"Thank the fuck god," I exclaimed. "I like having sex with you too. I freaking love it, Fleur. Best I've ever had."

"Yeah?" Her eyes were excited and hopeful, and if I could fall any deeper in love with her, I would have, but I was already all the way in.

"Absolutely, myGrian."

Chapter 19

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