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It feels like it was only yesterday that I sat down next to her at that bar and yet at the same time it feels like a lifetime ago.
“Come here.” She holds her arms out to me and I don’t hesitate in closing the distance between us.
Leaning down, I wait until she locks her hands around my neck before straightening, pulling her up off the bed with me.
“Why don’t we get you ready for bed?” I pull back, grabbing the hem of her shirt before pulling it up over her head, tossing it somewhere behind me.
My eyes go to the spot where her chemo port was. Even though it’s been two weeks since they removed it I can still see the traces that it was there.
“Or, we could do something else,” she suggests, pulling my gaze back up to hers.
She wraps her hands around my neck and pulls my face down to hers.
“You’re tired,” I remind her, our faces so close our noses are almost touching. “You need your sleep.”
“I need you more,” she says, leaning further into me so that her body is pressed flush to mine.
“We don’t have to do this tonight.” I wrap my hands around her back, my palms flattening against her bare flesh.
“I have my whole life to sleep.” She kisses my jaw. “I’ve waited too long to feel like me again to wait another moment longer.” She trails her lips up to mine and presses a soft kiss to my mouth.
“Finley,” I groan, my body already tight and aching for her.
I reach up and slide the pink wig from her head, smiling when she doesn’t object. She’s been experimenting with different colored wigs recently and even though I think she looks amazing no matter what, I have to admit I like her best with no wig at all.
It brings all her beautiful features to the forefront and I’d rather see all of her than just the parts she wants me to see.
I run a hand along her scalp where her hair has started to grow back. It’s still very short but there’s enough now that it looks like a buzz cut rather than her being completely bald, which she pulled off spectacularly even though I know she was self-conscious about it.
I just wish she could see herself the way I see her. Then she would know that there hasn’t been a day that’s passed where she hasn’t been breathtakingly beautiful.
“You’re sure about this?” I tip her chin upward, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“One thousand million percent.” A slow smile spreads across her lips but it’s only seconds before my mouth is covering it up.
I take my time, kissing her slowly, undressing her even slower. I touch every inch of her body from the top of her head down to the balls of her feet. Cherishing her in a way she deserves to be cherished.
I’ve never had a woman open up to me the way Finley does. She offers me not just her body, but her heart, and the way she does it is so fearless and unapologetic. Like there’s not one thing she’s trying to hide.
She lets me see her and fuck if she isn’t the most incredible thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. So pure and innocent and yet wild and untamed at the same time. The perfect contradiction.
She drives me wild. Both physically and emotionally. And when I finally settle down on top of her and bury myself deep inside, I swear I never want to leave.
This is my home.Sheis my home. I’ve never felt more at ease than when I’m with Finley. Never felt more myself. She sees me for who I am and loves me in spite of my flaws. She brings out the best in me and I struggle to think about where I’d be without her.
It’s funny how someone can walk into your life without any warning and completely change everything. After that first night I knew nothing would ever be the same again. I just don’t think I realized at the time how right I was.
Finley and I move in perfect unison. She lifts her hips to meet each thrust, matching each movement as if we were made to fit perfectly together.
The room is quiet, only the softness of the lamp lighting the space, yet I feel like the sun is blazing down on my back and the sound of my heart pounding against my ribs is deafening.
And when Finley looks up at me, a whisper ofI love youfalling from her lips, I can’t help but wonder if this is what perfect feels like. Having the girl I love beneath me, her hands in my hair, my name on her lips, as we both climb higher and higher until I swear I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.
I can’t imagine life gets any better than this. I want to bottle the moment, tuck it away and keep it forever because even though she’s getting better, a part of me still fears the loss of her.
The thought has pain shooting through my chest while pleasure courses through the rest of me. I focus on that. On the soft moans Finley makes beneath me as her release teeters on the edge. On the way her supple skin feels beneath my palms. On the way her lips feel pressed to mine as I kiss her one last time before we both fall over the edge.
And there in that moment I realize that the way I feel about Finley isn’t just a man loving a woman. It’s a man finding the other part of himself. The person that completes him.
Because that’s what Finley does for me. She makes me feel whole in a way I never have before.
I don’t just love this girl. She’s a part of me now. Down to my very core. Engrained into every cell of my body.
She is the air I breathe. The sunlight on my face. The wind in my hair. She is everything...
