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Beverly

My tits bounced when I fell onto the mattress, my body and mind eased once again by the intoxicating high Luke had the ability to give me. We lay comfortably in our nakedness, just breathing, and enjoying the aftermath of what had become my addiction.

However, after a moment, my body began to cool, and my runaway thoughts started to kick my ass. No matter how much I hid it, my disappointment at the prospect of losing Luke would surface and steal my joy.

Tonight was our last night together before he was set to take me home and move on with his life. We’d made love and sexed each other into several comas over the past few days, and I’d enjoyed every minute of it.

My body eased up before I placed my head on his chest. I memorized the rhythm of his heartbeat vibrating strongly against my cheek so I’d never forget. He encircled me in his warm embrace, something that had become as familiar to me as breathing.

He eased up, gripping and taking me along with him as he propped his back against the plush leather of the shaky headboard. We’d managed to unhinge a headboard I assumed was bolted to the wall, causing it to knock and shift whenever we touched it.

“Can I talk to you about something, Beverly?”

I didn’t like the touch of concern in his tone and believed I knew what subject he was about to broach. He was so kind and considerate he’d do his best to make our transition easy. My hesitation prompted him to call my name again.

“Beverly,” whispered across his lips as he placed a sweet kiss on my cheek.

“Yes,” I finally answered. “We can talk about whatever you want,” I stated, my tone not reflecting the joy I attempted to fill it with.

“I know that we just met. I know that going too fast in a relationship can be a disaster. I know that we may have acted on impulse and adrenaline because of the dangerous situations we have been in.”

His long pause led me to search his face for a hint of what was on his mind.

“I care for you, Beverly. A lot. I don’t want tomorrow to be our end, but I’ll understand if you prefer that it will be.”

“No,” was squeezed out. I’d been so nervous, my heavy breathing continued to rush out. “I don’t want it to be our end either.” My words continued to tumble out as a wave of relief swept through me.

“Phew!” he blew out and pretended to wipe sweat from his brow. His reaction caused me to giggle, my smile about as wide as the Grand Canyon. I shifted, fitting my naked body into his, as I allowed his warmth to wrap around me. His lips raked my jaw when I shoved my face into the nook of his neck, inhaling him, loving him, and overjoyed that this wasn’t our last night together.

“You mean everything to me.” His words brushed against my neck before I lifted my head and met his gaze.

“And so do you, to me. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better man than you,” I complimented, loving the big smile I was putting on his face.

“I don’t have a plan about how we are going to work things out. Even if I have to telework or set up a remote office here in Texas, we’ll make it work,” he assured. The certainty in his tone wasn’t lost on me. His willingness to make it work for us; meant everything. How in the world had I gotten so lucky? The sentiment behind his revelations had tears stinging the backs of my eyes.

My body nuzzled tighter, squeezing him with a massive hug. “I love you so much,” tumbled out of my mouth, muffled but assuredly released. My breath hitched at my slip. When he froze, so did I. Had he heard me? My face remained planted in his neck. I was too afraid to face him and the bridge I’d crossed.

He wanted to keep seeing me, but I knew better than anyone that it didn’t mean he was ready for the kind of relationship I’d inadvertently alluded to. I silently cursed myself as my heart hammered against my ribcage, cracking a few I believe.

Fear at my slip kept me immobilized and unable to breathe. Fear he’d change his mind about us. Fear he didn’t want the kind of relationship I coveted. Fear he didn’t feel the same way.

When I refused to move, he inched his shoulder from my face. I sensed his eyes on me as I attempted to stay hidden.

“Beverly, look at me please,” I couldn’t tell anything by his delicate tone, but I forced myself to stop being a wimp and face him. My heart was on pause as a zillion thoughts coursed through me.

“Did you just say you love me?” His face was pinched with concern. I couldn’t answer him, so I nodded, not trusting my voice. The calming smile that teased his lips before spreading across his face was enough to make my heart sputter in an attempt to start again.

He placed his thumb under my chin and lifted so he had full access to my face.

“Beverly. I love you, too. More than you could ever know. More than I can express.” His intense stare drove more meaning into the words, making them sink in and light up my entire body.

My speechlessness remained until his warm lips fell over mine and awakened my frozen state. Unbridled passion overpowered the kiss, solidifying the words we’d declared to each other.

Truth was, I believed I loved Luke from the first time I saw him. It was something I sensed, more than it was something I knew right away. Being around him had proved instincts and forces beyond our control had a hand in bringing us together.

I believed I’d been set on a path to meet the person I was meant to love. It was a rocky path but being around Luke was all the confirmation I needed to accept that I, a girl who had never believed I’d find it, was meant to be loved.

The sparks that had brought me to him and compelled me to acknowledge him had never died. The chemistry had always been there between us, and I knew now with all certainty that it had always been love.

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