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Bambi smiles as she turns the music up. “I love this song, Sawyer. He has such a pretty voice. But it’s not as good as yours. Sing to me like when we were kids.”

My heart beats a little faster as she grabs my hand and looks at me with those baby blue eyes.

Sing to her like you always did, Goose. It’s just a song. A song about chasing a girl, just like you chase Bambi through all the years...

I clear my throat and belt out the words as we slowly drive down the old dirt roads. Just like when we were kids, I sing to Bambi as we cruise through town.

She sings along with me with that sweet voice of hers. I turn onto my road and head toward my driveway. I know I should just bring her to her place, but I want her all to myself tonight.

I’m a greedy fucker who doesn’t want to share Bambi with the world. I know I’m going to taint her with my darkness, but I can’t help it. Bambi has always been mine, no matter what.

I'm never going to heal from the past, so I embrace it instead. I accept the darkness as it consumes my soul. Bambi is the only light in my darkness and I need it; I need her. I’m like a moth drawn to her flame. I crave her in every way despite the crash and burn that always comes after I get my hit of her.

As I pull into my driveway, Bambi looks around. The car comes to a stop in front of my house and she turns to look at me.

“I just want you tonight, Bambi. I need my angel to just lay in my arms. The darkness is too much tonight... Please stay.”

She gazes at me with those fucking stunning blue eyes. Eyes that I get lost in every single time. They pull me in like waves in the ocean, pulling me further and further away from the safety of land.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

Chapter Six

Bambi

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ONCE WE PULL UP TOGoose’s house, I sober up quick. When Goose looks at me with those mesmerizing green eyes and begs me to stay, there’s no way I can say no.

He has my heart and always will. Despite it being broken by him time and time again, it still cries out for him. The heart always knows what it wants; and it's always been Goose.

Goose climbs out of the car and makes his way to my door. He opens it and gently takes my hand in his and guides me toward his front door.

His home looks like an old barn. The front door is made from a beautiful warm-colored wood and vast glass windows are floor to ceiling directly next to it.

Goose pulls me up onto the small front porch and fumbles with his keys. We’re both silent, not wanting to ruin the moment we have right now.

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