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“So have I.”
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HERE WITH YOU
LENNON
“HANGING BY A MOMENT” BY LIFEHOUSE
Maybe forgiving him so easily makes me stupid. Maybe I’m still the foolish girl who believes his pretty words, even though I should know better. But isn’t that what love does? It makes you feel insane and has you questioning everything you know about life. It’s wild and crazy and fun and scary.
And most of all, it’s freeing.
Because what’s better than knowing there’s someone—just one single person—in this world who is truly and entirelyyours? One person who would do absolutely anything for you—who will love and protect and care for you in a way you could never imagine. One person who makes your heart beat a little faster and time move a little slower. One person who is so perfectly made for you, who you’re so perfectly made for, too.
Baxter and I? We’re two lost souls who were always destined to collide. He came to me at a time when I needed it most, even if I didn’t know it then. And I think I did the same for him. No matter how hard I tried to fight it or how often I denied it, falling in lovewith him was always inevitable.
We’re written in the stars.
Holding his stare as tears stream down my cheeks, the words, “I’m in love with you, too,” fall from my lips.
And in the next moment, his mouth is on mine.
He kisses me, and time stops. There’s something so special about kissing the person you’re in love with for the first time after you’ve told them so; it’s a feeling that can never again be replicated.
It’s a moment that I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
His tongue sweeps against mine as he pulls me close, holding onto me as if he’s been gasping for air and suddenly, we can both finally breathe again.
I hold onto him in the same way, both of us frozen in a love so strong, nothing and no one could tear us apart.
“I love you,” he pants, pressing his forehead against mine. Tears streak both our faces, his eyes full of absolute devotion. “I love you, Lenny girl, and I’m never letting you go.”
I brush my hand down his cheek, pressing my mouth to his again. Our hands roam each other’s bodies like this is the last time we’ll have the chance, when really, this is the beginning of the rest of our lives.
The passion between us is one I swear no other human has ever experienced before. He worships me, and I worship him, both of us taking our time exploring and getting to know each other all over again as we collide in a fury of lust and love.
It’s not long before clothes are discarded in a pile on the floor. Standing in his living room, both of us naked as the day we were born, he stares at me while I do the same to him. He growls as he approaches me, wrapping a hand around me and pressing it to the small of my back. Then he begins kissing his way down my body, leaving not an inch of skin untouched.
On his knees in front of me, he wraps his hands around my thighs as presses a kiss to my clit. My knees nearly buckle at the sensation—it’s been a long two weeks of not having his mouthagainst me, and fuck, I missed him so much.
I lean against the wall and spread my legs wider. He grins up at me before slowly pushing a finger inside. I moan as his finger works, immediately finding the spot only he’s been able to find. I run my fingers through his hair as he licks and kisses and sucks on my clit while he fingers me, and it doesn’t take long before all the blood in my body rushes to the parts of me he’s touching.
“F-fuck,” I stammer, my legs shaking as my pussy grips his finger. He doesn’t let up, his eyes staying locked on mine until I’m screaming. “I’m coming, Bax.”
He moans, and his mouth quirks up at the edges as he says, “I know, baby. Drown me.” Then he gets right back to work, sucking my clit into his mouth and sending me toppling over the edge.
His hands grip my thighs to hold me steady through the orgasm, and when I come down, he pulls back to stand.
I stare at him, an eager hunger swirling in my whisky pools as he says, “I was wrong when I said you taste like trouble all those months ago, Lenny girl.” He brings his finger to his mouth to suck the remnants of my release off of it. “You taste like heaven.”
At those words, I smile, pushing against his chest until the backs of his legs hit the couch and he sits. Then I bring one leg over each of his, straddling him. I grind my core against him, and he digs his fingers into my ass.
“Condom?” he asks as his tip grazes my opening.
We’ve never gone without one before, but I shake my head as I begin to sink down onto his rock-hard cock.
“I don’t want anything between us anymore.” Seating myself on him entirely, my head falls back and my eyes flutter shut as I moan, “Oh, my god.”
