His house. Ours. Something I walked away from.
I climb out of the car as soon as it reaches the destination and stop when I see Malachi standing by the metal gate, disbelief written all over his face as he pushes it open and takes a step towards me.
He’s topless, face and chest glistening from his exercise, black hair wild and curly, with a pair of sweats sitting low on his hips.
Malachi has been the one for me since forever.
He’s my forever.
My heaven and hell.
“Olivia?”
So clear. So clear and pure and full of love.
I laugh out a cry and run at him, launching myself into his strong arms that instantly wrap around me.
“You’re mine, Malachi. You’re mine and I’m yours and I love you more than words can explain. Please forgive me. Please. I want you. I want to be with you, build a life with you, and make memories with you. I want to wake up every morning with you by my side. I want you to chase me through these woods and take me against a tree. I want everything you have to give. All of it. Everything. Because I chose you. I—”
Malachi kisses me into silence.
He grins against my lips. “I love you, Olivia.”
I giggle and wrap my legs around his waist, my face sore from how hard I’m smiling. “I love you too. Will you take me inside our home and show me how much you love me?”
He shakes his head and drops me to my feet. “I want to rip that fucking dress from your body then make you bleed all over it.”
Butterflies are going wild inside me, my chest rising and falling with anticipation. “I dare you,” I tease. “I dare you to chase me and make me beg for it.”
Malachi groans and snatches my jaw, pressing a harsh kiss to my mouth before shoving me back, grinning and gesturing to the woods.
“Run, little stranger.”
THE END