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As soon as her shoulders meet the scolding droplets, her whole body seems to relax. She stands under the cascading water for a few minutes, taking a few breaths, as if she is trying to center herself.
I let her be, only stepping up behind her, pressing my front to her back and wrap my arms around her, happy to have her in my arms, once and for all. As she centers herself, I reach for the washcloth and the bodywash that are in front of us and start washing the day away.
Sophia is first. I gently slide the washcloth against every single inch her that I can. I fall to my knees, turning her in the process, so that I can clean her lower half, and she lets out a small moan when I slowly glide my fingers along her sex.
“I’m going to make one thing clear to you right now,” I say, as I run the washcloth down her leg but keep one hand at her core, caressing her.
“What is it?” she asks, her voice sounding breathy.
I lean forward and press a kiss against her mound. “From this moment forward, you’re mine and I’m yours. I love you and you love me, and unless one of us says otherwise, it’s going to stay that way. There isn’t a single question as to what we are doing. From this moment until forever, we are together.” I place a kiss against her thigh. “That’s where things between us are,” I say, as I drop the washcloth and let my hand glide up her leg until it lands on her ass and push her body closer to my mouth. “We’re together. We will take it slow, as slow as you need, but we are together. Officially. Understood?” I let my nose run along her sex, taking in her scent as it mixes in with the bodywash.
“Yes.” Sophia pants outs as my tongue meets her pussy. “I understand.”
“Good,” I say, lapping at her once, then twice and then a third time before stand back up and hovering over her.
She looks up at me with a pout because I didn’t continue my exploration of her with my tongue.
I can’t help but to give her a smirk as I cage her against one of the shower walls, the water now hitting my back instead of both of us.
We stare into each other’s eyes, taking in the moment. This day has been a whirlwind rollercoaster. So many up and downs, it was fucking exhausting.
Never in a million years did I think that today would be ending like it is.
With Sophia’s body pressed up against mine, all slick and warm. I thought I was going to stay in the jail cell and never see her again because of what I did to Elijah, but I was wrong. Thank God I was.
Leaning down, I place my lips against hers, and slowly show her what I wanted for a very long time. I take my time showing her everything that she means to me. I take my time worshiping her body and showing her how much I love her. Everything that we do is nice and slow, each of us taking our time to get to know each other’s body in this new light. A light that neither one of us thought was actually going to come the forefront, but here we are.
At one point, as I kiss my way down her body, taking my time to kiss every single inch of bruising on her ribs, Sophia lets out a sound. A sound that takes me a few seconds to realize is a sob.
I look up at her eyes, and she gives me a smile. Reassuring me that she’s okay.
It’s a lot of emotion for one day, she tells me, the water from the shower mixing with her tears. The visual breaks my heart, so I try to do what I can to relax her.
Kisses, touches, words.
As we stand under the water, I tell her what she means to me, how beautiful she looks, how much I love her.
I do all of this even as I slide into her hot core and make love to her. The shower isn’t the best place for me to show her everything that I want to, but I make do, and when she explodes around me, it’s the most glorious image. One that goes right along with the images from our two previous nights together.
The tears continue to roll down Sophia’s faces long after the two of us have released all the energy that we have into each other.
They continue to come even as we dry ourselves and get ready for bed. And they are still present when our heads meet our individual pillows and I wrap my arms around her body, bringing her closer to mine.
In those moments before sleep takes over, I do what I have always done, vow to always be there for her whenever she may need me and to protect her if and when the time comes.
This is going to be the last night that Sophia cries herself to sleep like this. She will never feel unsafe. Just thinking about the fact that she ever felt that way has a lump forming in my throat and tears prickling at my eyes.
It might take some work, but I’m willing to do everything that I can to make her happy.
One step at time, though.
Because today might have been a hard one, but I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to take the cake.
More so when I finally return all the calls and messages waiting for me.
I just have to keep my fingers crossed that when I do return those calls, I still have my hockey career.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
