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“Please don’t let this be a dream.”
“Open your eyes and see.” Fuck, that voice. A shiver runs through my body, and the large hand over my ribs pulls me closer.
I nuzzle the fabric beneath my face. “Don’t want to.”
“Why, beautiful?” There’s a hint of mirth in his tone, and I smile. In my mind, I see him. See him smirking at me, eyes devouring my short frame.
“Because if it’s a dream, I never want to wake up.”
“Look at me, Mimi.” Lips skim down the side of my face, pausing at the corner of my mouth. “Please.”
Slowly, I do as he says, and what greets me floods my eyes with tears. Happy tears. Thankful tears.
“Baby,” I choke out, bringing a hand up to cup his face. I’m gentle with my touch, careful not to move him or touch his— “How did I get up on the bed?”
He laughs, and the sudden movement moves his shoulder. His grimace tells me all I need to know, and I scramble to get up, however, his hold doesn’t allow it.
“I’m not ready to let go yet,” he says softly with so much emotion—the love hitting me with each syllable that leaves his mouth. We will carry the events that happened here for a while. We need the closeness, and I’ll be careful not to hurt him, but won’t move.
His need mirrors my own, and I nod. “Okay. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank you.”
Caressing his cheek, I lean up and kiss those lips I’ve missed so much. Just a few soft pecks. “Are you going to answer my question?”
Nick kisses me back, groaning as he tries to move closer. “Fucking brace is going to get on my last nerve.”
“It’s there to help you, Champ.”
“It’s kiss-blocking me.” Before he can protest, I turn and kneel on the bed, placing my hands on the mattress while hovering over him. He’s being adorable, and he pouts from below.
“Have I told you that I’ve missed you?” Lips just a breath away from his, I lick them, a movement he follows with unrestrained hunger. “That I never want to be away from you again?”
“Tell me.” He doesn’t need to explain; I know.
“I love you, Nick. Now and forever.”
“I love you, too. You’re my everything, Mila.” His uninjured hand embeds itself in my hair and pulls my mouth down to his. This time—this kiss—is hungry and full of the longing we’ve built over the last few weeks. It’s a bit sloppy with teeth clashing, but perfect.
It’s home.
“Can I move in with you?” I blurt out, and then take his bottom lip between mine. “Our schedules are different, and the commute will suck for another year while I graduate, but it’ll be worth coming home to you.”
It feels right. It’s something I’ve been thinking about since getting on the plane in California. Since we landed. Since we walked through the hospital’s door.
Some might think we’re rushing, but why wait? Everything that’s happened has taught me one thing: life is short and can change in the blink of an eye. There’s no right or wrong when it comes to one’s happiness, and I’ve been lucky enough to find my forever with him. My Champ.
Nicholas pulls back, a goofy grin on his face. “Home is wherever you are, sweetheart.”
“Is that a yes?”
“That’s a fuck, yes,” he growls out before kissing me once more. We pour into that kiss every bit of our love and relief—this all-consuming need that’s been for present since we met.
He is mine, and I am his.
