Page 6 of Fight for You

Seeking reassurance, she looks at me with her green eyes. As I ponder her words, I sigh and run my hand through my hair. She is right; our connection is undeniable, but the weight of our experiences loom over us like an ominous storm cloud.

“I feel the same way, but we both have our reasons for being hesitant—you with your recent divorce, and me with... well, everything.”

A strong gust of wind blew leaves around our feet, momentarily diverting our attention from the seriousness of the conversation. It is a powerful reminder that change is unavoidable, and sometimes, it offers the chance for personal growth and rejuvenation.

“Life is so unpredictable,” I continue, my eyes following the dance of the leaves. “We’ve both had our share of heartacheand disappointment, but maybe that’s what brought us back together. To learn from our pasts and find a way to move forward.”

“Maybe.”

“Let’s take it one day at a time.” I squeeze her hand. “We can’t change the past, but we can learn from it and make better choices from now on. Together.”

Observing our joined hands, my heart fills with hope and gratitude. Despite the uncertainties and fears, there is something truly special between us as we lock eyes.

While we make our way to Brylee’s doorstep, a pleasant glow emanates from the windows of her snug little home. The world seems to pause as we hesitate at the threshold, reluctant to bid farewell.

“Thank you for walking me home,” Brylee murmurs, her green eyes reflecting the soft light spilling from her living room.

“Of course.” I stare into her eyes, searching for some sign of what she wants me to do. “I... I really enjoyed talking tonight.”

“Me too.” Her fingers fidget with the strap of her purse. “Leo, I...”

I take her hand. “What is it, princess? Don’t be afraid to talk to me.”

Her gaze sends a shiver down my spine. We should embrace honesty and stop hiding things from each other. What is going through her mind?

5

Brylee

The words catch in my throat, choked by the weight of the longing. How do I express the mix of fear and desire threatening to consume me? I can’t let him walk away.

“Can I see you again?” he asks, taking the plunge for both of us.

The idea of spending more time with him makes my heart race. Our hands meet, acknowledging each other without words. “Y-yes,” I stammer, body trembling. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” Leo smiles, relief clear in his voice. “I want to explore... whatever this is between us still.”

“So do I, but we need to be careful. We’ve both been hurt, and I don’t want our pasts to dictate our future.”

“I understand.” His thumb gently caresses my cheek. “We’ll take it slow and see where this leads us. No pressure, no expectations.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

In a moment of recklessness, I ignore all inhibitions and kiss him. My brain seems to have stopped functioning. Using my right hand, I unlock my front door, and Leo sweeps me up in his arms, never breaking the kiss. His enhanced strength will provebeneficial for tonight’s events. He nibbles on my bottom lip, and does circles on my arm. The heat of his touch invades my senses and I remember just how good we used to be together.

“Thought we were taking things slow, princess?” he says, grinning and sneaking another kiss in. “Seems like this is quite the opposite.”

Without uttering a word, I lock gazes with him and kneel down, gradually unfastening his belt and pants, until his boxers are exposed at his ankles. As I take him into my mouth, his eyes are fixed on me. I take him deeper into my mouth, feeling his hardness against the roof of my mouth as I suck on him. His hips buck, pressing further into my face as I run my tongue along his length. The taste of him is intoxicating.

Meanwhile, Leo’s hands tangle in my hair, massaging my scalp. He groans, as he leans back. His hands grip tighter in my hair now, not in pain but rather encouragement. The noises he makes fuel the fire within me, pushing me to take more of him into my mouth until his thighs begin to quiver. I look up at him through hooded eyes as I take him all the way before slowly pulling back up again.

There are moments when I desire control, and moments when I yearn to be overpowered.

“You are enjoying yourself, princess, but my knees are about to buckle and I’d really like to taste you.”

His words immediately make me drip.Holy fucking hell.I missed the way he talks to me in private. “Then get your ass to work.”

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