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“Shouldn’t I compliment you?”
He cocks his head to the side, and the tension eases a bit.
Our food arrives, ending our moment, and although I might have forgotten my hunger, my stomach growls in vengeance. I chew the first bite, forgetting all manners and moan. Damien cannot stifle a chuckle as I say in my defense, “I’m hungry.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
His eyes gleam with adoration, and butterflies battle with the food in my stomach. I take the last bite and put the sticks down, satiated. We pay shortly after and drive home.
Inside the elevator, he cups my face in his hands, his thumb brushing my lower lip. I inch even closer to him . He turns me around, and the ample mirror reflects us. It’s losing the love of the other that made us stubbornly insecure and acknowledging it sets me free. It is love. A love so great we have difficulties controlling it. We need to stop this nonsense and trust our love. How did we turn it into something so complicated?
“Just remain mine, and this is the most selfish request made by a man who can’t seem to have a life if you are not by his side.”
By the time he finishes, my eyes well up with love and understanding. I know how much it cost him to admit his weakness, but him showing his weakness strengthens my belief in us.
“Damien, I have always accepted you exactly for what and who you are. You are not a challenge I have to resolve or fix, baby. You’re you, the man I adore, and I don’t want you any other way.” I pause, and his forehead rests on mine as I circle one button of his shirt. “If we burn, then we’ll burn together. I would take it every time just to live through the way you make me feel . . . alive and burning with an intensity of a thousand suns.”
Our gazes fix on each other and the sheer magnitude of our mutual feelings pumps my insides with bliss. This is our life. I’d rather feel too much than beg for scraps. In one swift moment, he picks me up and rushes inside our home. The desperation in which his lips devour mine electrify every single hair on my head as I thread my fingers through his hair.
We don’t kiss, we taste, bite, and nip, our lips seeking the next exchange of passion. Our tongues dance and battle in the other’s mouth, demanding entrance, expecting free rule. We pour our soul into the other, hoping to mark the other for a hundred lives and more.
Chapter Fourteen
BRIA
With the moon ascending, the city falls asleep while we lose ourselves in the other’s embrace.
Damien retires to his office while I start my mission to find some old photo albums when it hits me, he must keep them hidden from potentially prying eyes. I step inside his office while his eyes follow me.
Face to face with a safe, I tilt my head, thinking of combinations. I sense him behind me—it’s in the air's shift, the leap of my heart, the sizzling of my skin—and I peer at him over my shoulder. Propped against the wall, he tucks his hands in his pockets. He prods me with a sway of his chin to press the buttons. I type in my birthdate, and the click it produces flies from my ears to my heart. I open it and pick up the photo album.
He backtracks to his desk, and I sit in a comfortable, black leather armchair. This is how we spend the next two hours, me lost in another time and love, and him engrossed in the now and his responsibilities. With every picture and every page I turn, I relive the memories. Page after page of life, love, and the past.
I drift into a peaceful sleep, not even waking up when his arms envelop me as he carries me to bed. He undresses me and tucks me in, and then sleep drags me in further.
***
The first sun rays caress my face, awakening me.
I stretch and find Damien shift beside me, his legs wrapped around mine as one arm wraps possessively around my waist. I roll to him, and his penetrating steel eyes peel back every layer of my soul and strip my heart open for him to greet me. He leans in and kisses me.
“Morning, baby.”
“Morning, love.”
My lips curl up on instinct at waking up next to him.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I only remember falling asleep in the office. Thank you for bringing me to bed.”
“And what a pleasure it is to carry you to bed,” he says, his mouth twitching into a proud smile.
We lay in bed, staring at each other for a little longer, enjoying the togetherness, before showering.
The entire day goes as smoothly as the start. Our joy is almost tangible. We cuddle and lie for hours on the couch wrapped in each other as we let ballads echo around us, deep, raw voices singing about loss, love, and hope.
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