“I’m not. I’m not enough for you.” His hand comes out, his fingers grazing my cheek. “You deserve the world.” He smiles down at him and his eyes lighten. “You’ve lightened the darkness in my life for a long time. And nothing I could ever do could compare to that.”
“I don’t think you give yourself the credit you deserve.”
I want to tell him I love him, but my brain tells me I shouldn’t. That right now it wouldn’t be appropriate, that things need to happen in a certain order before I say it.
Abruptly stepping up onto my toes, I slam my mouth to his before he’s spinning us around.
The bed’s underneath me as I push his kutte off of his arms and then pulling at his shirt, exposing his chest and tossing it on the floor. His hands are on my pants as he’s pulling them off and I gasp as his hand grazes my pussy.
His hand runs over his initial that sits on my hip and I can’t help but giggle. “You’ve always owned me, too.”
And I mean that in more ways than one.
?
“I can see the stars reflecting off of the water from here.” I whisper to him as I point, his arms wrapped around me still.
“Yeah, that’s the way they built it, and so they could watch the sunset over the water.”
“It sounds like your parents were hopeless romantics as well.”
“Where you think I got it from?”
“Yeah, they built it on their spot.”
“What do you mean?”
“It was a spot that they would go to a lot. I guess they ended up fighting here a lot when they were broken up. Mom jumped off of the cliff once to get away from Dad.” I can’t help but laugh when he tells me this.
“What?”
“My dad had a fear of heights. Hated them. And him and mom got into a heated conversation, dad called her out on something and instead of answering, she jumped off the cliff, and he went in after her.”
“He jumped.”
“Yeah, said that his fear of losing her was more powerful.”
“The more I hear about them…” I trail off.
“Yeah, it was amazing having parents who were so perfect for one another, but it’s also kind of intimidating.”
“How so?” I ask.
“They say half of marriages end in divorce.” I look down as his hand presses against mine, our palms facing one another’s, then his fingers slide down mine. “Not the same thing as what I’m talking about.” He presses a kiss behind my ear. “But growing up with them, I used to worry that if I put all of my effort into something and it falls apart, then I’m a failure.”
“That’s why you don’t like frivolous relationships?”
“Yeah. I want what they had. I still watch the security footage now and then.”
“It was beautiful. In such a dark way, but…” I exhale as I roll over and look at him. “I can only hope that my last moments in this world are just like theirs. With someone who I love more than anything and us telling one another and just how happy we were.”
“I’ll tell you every day how happy you make me.”
“God, you’re corny.”
“Fuck you.” He laughs as he rolls over on top of me.
“Who knew that the big scary biker was so fucking cheesy?” I attempt to keep a straight face.
