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She felt deeply for him.
She certainly felt passion. Hunger. Need.
She had tender feelings for him, too.
She loved talking to him.
She loved just spending time with him. Sitting on the couch and watching... err, listening to something on Netflix or Prime video.
There was so much about him that she loved.
But she was also... scared.
Scared of falling into old patterns that weren't even hers.
Or his.
She was scared of second-hand bad luck. And bad decisions.
After seeing her parents’ lives fall horribly apart, could she hope for better?
Would she have to wait for a second chance like her mom?
Or could she get it right the first time?
How was she supposed to know?
He kissed her again, a softer rub of his lips against her skin. "Don't think too hard, Trace... I'm not demanding an answer. It's not like that."
She wanted to hold him closer.
She wanted to tell him what he wanted to hear and-
"Just be with me, babe. Let me hold you for now... the rest will fall into place."
She closed her eyes and leaned in closer until she was sure the next tiny bit of an inch meant that she'd crawl inside of him.
She fought back the frustrated tears in her eyes and slowly, she fell asleep to the quiet sound of his breaths and the touch of his skin against hers.
WEST
Weston found himself smiling as he typed up his notes.
Okay, maybe it wasn't 'smiling.'
But at least he didn't feel like he was about to crack a tooth as he typed out the report for the call the night before.
It had crossed his mind that he didn't want to go into work that day just to type up the reports, but he wanted to get it out of the way, he wanted to tackle another obstacle in their relationship.
The chair beside him squeaked and he turned his head for a moment to see who it was sitting down beside him.
He stopped typing and sat back in his chair with a smile. "Hayden. How the hell are you?"
Hayden Hatcher (née Yates) was one of his best friends outside of the Rangers.
Hayden sat back in the chair beside him, folding one leg over the other she tilted her head to the side, just a bit, and looked him over like he was a puzzle she was figuring out.
At first, it was mildly funny.
