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“It’s not, but I’m not a monster. She is sick. She doesn’t have many people to help her. As long as boundaries are maintained, I want to help her.”
He stares at me for a beat then rises to his feet, coming around to my side of the table and grips my face in his hands. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
I melt right there in the dining room, complete putty in his hands.
“I’m so in love with you too.”
Max
She’s fast asleep on her stomach, wearing only my thin, white sheet over her lower half and red marks on her milky skin from our heated activities just a short while ago.
I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep.
My mind is racing with overwhelming thoughts of how fucking much I love the woman lying next to me. She wants to take this slow, so that’s what I’m going to do for her, because at the end of the day, I have her… and that’s all that matters.
The two-carat princess cut diamond hidden in the back of my sock drawer will simply have to wait until she’s ready, because one thing is certain…
I’ve been ready since the moment she came into my life.
The End
