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Then we were quiet for a long time. Stroking and hugging. He kissed the curve of my breast every minute or two, moved his big hand over my stomach just as he liked doing, but he seemed to need this. To hold and be held. I guess I needed it too. My wrist ached. My heart hurt a little too. Even if Callum didn’t say it, what happened with Rasc and Chrys couldn't have been easy on him.
“Idowant your kind of love, Callum,” I whispered.
His roving hands stilled. “My psycho love?”
“I don’t know if I’d call it that.”
“What would you call it?”
“I read the emails you sent me after I disappeared. I saw what I did to you. You forgave me and helped me and watched over me even though I ripped you apart. I can’t be angry at that. Maybe I should be, but I’m not. I’mhonoredyou care for me so intensely.”
He propped himself up on his elbow and dragged his fingertips down my cheek. “I won’t stop. I couldn’t back then, and that was before I knew what it was like to have you.”
I reached up and scratched his beard. “I’ve never believed I could be loved or even liked in a real way.”
He growled at me, which made me laugh softly. He’d always defend me, even from my own self-doubt.
“When I had my space to think yesterday, I realized the kind of love you give me is what I need. I don’t question it because you are completely up front and blunt with your feelings for me. It might be too much for another kind of woman, but for me, it’s perfect.”
He scowled at me. “Then you should know mentioning me loving another kind of woman doesn’t make me happy. There’s no other kind of woman. No other women.”
I nodded. “I know. Stop frowning at me, baby.”
His scowl deepened, and I giggled. His thumb traced the edges of my smiling mouth. “You know I don’t connect with people. It’s never been easy. With you, it always has been. Even behind a screen. I learned to love when I met you, Wren. The way I love you was shaped and molded for you. I won’t love anyone else because I only know how to love you.”
My eyes trailed along his face then back to meet his. How anyone could ever think this man was cold was a mystery to me. He didn’t need to wear a coat in the ice-cold winter because he contained the warmth of the sun inside his core. And maybe it only burned for me, but to me, it was impossible to miss.
“You can watch me, Callum.”
His scowl finally faded. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Just don’t keep anything from me.”
“I have no interest in keepin’ anything from you. I’m here because I want to spend my life with you. Livin’ life with secrets sounds like hell.”
I smiled wide. “I love the way you think. Your mind is beautiful.”
He dipped down, grazing his lips along mine. “You’re beautiful, Little Bird. I was coastin’ before you. You woke me up. One email from you and life flipped. I didn’t know you were mine yet, but it didn’t take long for me to catch on to that.”
“You’re mine too, Callum. Do you know that? I didn’t want to leave you when I did.”
His nose touched mine. “You got Ez. We both grew up some. I regret the pain, wish I had the time with you, but I’d never erase what happened because we’re here now.”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “We’re here now.”
Running out of words, we kissed. Callum was careful with me, so careful, but his need was as palpable as mine. He shifted to the side, rucking my dress up, cupping my core. Still kissing me, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth.
He was still so careful when he pushed my panties down my legs and touched me between them. He wasn’t broken in the same way I was, but my hands were gentle on his skin and in his hair.
Hips fitted between mine, Callum entered me like a soldier coming home from a long war. Finally inside, relief and joy marked plain on his face. His sigh was sweet on my lips. We moved together, slow, getting reacquainted.
We kissed and slid into each other without speaking. We had said all there was to say for now. Callum loomed over me, and I rose to meet him. My baby. My beautiful, beautiful man. He was mine, and I didn’t question it. Not when he was inside me, not when he was beside me, not even when he was only notes on my screen.
His strokes became harder, longer, hitting so close to the end of me, I mewled. That made him grin, which made me laugh. And then we were both smiling and making love, and it was one of the most perfect moments in my life. I was broken. Callum’s knuckles were bloody and swelling. We might’ve both been a little crazy, but our love was pure. And it was lasting.
We came together, because it was that kind of night. This time, he rolled us both to our sides and snuggled me under his chin. That was perfection too.
I wrote love notes on his arms with my fingers. He rested his palm on my butt. Every minute or two, he kissed the top of my head.Perfect.
