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I hold my hand up because I'm not finished. "But I've been so stressed about fucking it up and losing you that I've been fucking it up all along anyway. I've done all the wrong things instead of just learning to listen." I meet his gaze. "I don't want to do that anymore, Jareth. I just want to be with you."
Love happens, but you have to choose to let yourself feel it. You have to choose to embrace it and every messy part of it, every single day. That's part of what makes it beautiful. We can ignore it. We can pretend it isn't happening. We can run from it. But the only thing that does is stifle and kill it.
I don't want to be the reason this thing between us dies, not when it's the best thing in my life. Not when he's the best part of every day. So I'm choosing him. I'm choosing us. And if choosing him means letting go of my fears and worries, then I'm letting go.
At the end of the day, it really is that simple.
"You think I don't know that you're afraid to listen to your heart?" He shakes his head, smiling gently. "I know, baby. Believe me, I know. You've been running from the possibility of love for so long that it's an instinct with you now. But it doesn't matter how far you run. It doesn't matter how big of mess you make or how many times you fuck up or what wild shit you do, you aren't going to break us. You can't break this." He touches my cheek, so much emotion in his eyes, it chokes me. "I will never stop chasing you. I'm yours, princess."
I smile up at him through tears. "I'm yours, too, Jareth. Every damn piece of me is yours."
"Fuck," he whispers, emotion flaring in his eyes. He scoops me up into his arms with a groan, his lips coming down on mine in a wild kiss. I cling to him, kissing him back with everything in me.And for the first time, fear isn't beating at me. It's completely silent.
"I love you," I whisper against his lips.
"We're leaving," he shouts over his shoulder, earning laughter from his dad and Ridley. Bastian just sighs before chuckling.
"I thought you had to work?"
"Fuck work," he practically snarls, already stalking toward the stairs with me clutched to his chest.
I bury my face in his throat, laughing quietly.
Chapter Thirteen
Jareth
"Say it again," Igrowl, my thumb against Zoya's clit as she writhes beneath me.
"I love you."
I groan, slamming into her hard enough to scoot her up the bed an inch. That isn't what she's supposed to be saying…but I fucking love hearing it anyway. "Say the other thing," I demand, nipping at her shoulder.
"Your grape is amazing."
I bury my face in her throat, laughing.
Her soft giggle hits me right in the heart. Christ, I'm not going to survive without her. I already know I won't. I'm trying like hell to keep it together because I know how anxious she is about leaving, but I'm hanging on by a thread.
"I'll call you every day," she says. "Five times a day."
It won't be enough to satisfy me. Until she's in my arms again, nothing will.
I pump my hips, fucking her like a madman until she's coming all over me. That doesn't satisfy me either, so I flip her onto her hands and knees before yanking her back on my cock again.
She sobs my name, clawing at the sheets.
I drive into her again and again with my lips against her neck. "I'm going to lose my mind without you, Zoya. Every fucking minute of the day."
"Jareth," she whimpers.
I wrap her hair around my fist, craning her head back. "Are you going to keep my pussy ready for me?"
"Yes!" she sobs.
"You going to dream about me while you do it?"
"God, yes."
