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“You’re mine.” I say the words reverently, our shared gaze heating with raw vulnerability. “No one else will ever touch you.” My heart beats hard and heavy, but slowly. “I’ll take it all away.”
“And you’re mine,” she says and runs her fingers through my hair. Her touch gentle but possessive. I love it.
With her on top of me, I move my hands to her hips and rock her. Our eyes still locked. Her clit pressing against me with every motion.
“Slow at first,” I tell her and pump my hips once, burying myself inside her, but still letting her lead. She gasps a moan as her hands fall on my chest. Her small fingers dig into my shoulders.
She nips my bottom lip, letting the tip of her nose brush against mine as she pulls away slightly, but rocks her hips again, making her body shudder with pleasure.
My hand moves to the back of her head, and only then does she look at me. “We’ll get through this,” I tell her, searching her eyes to make damn sure she believes me. “I’ve got you.”
Whatever she asks for and however she needs it, that’s how it will always be with us.
Always and forever.
EPILOGUE
Allison
“How are things going now that you’re settled in?” Dr. Robinson asks me. I like his office; it’s cozy with the dark furniture and a thick rug under my feet. I like it more when Dean’s with me.
“Well, really well,” I answer, letting out an easy breath as I pick my feet up and slip them under me to get comfortable.
“Moving was a good change, a new environment for both of us.”
“So everything went smoothly?”
“Better than I thought. Daniel took over the lease at the place I’d been renting.”
“And Daniel is Dean’s friend?” he asks me.
“Yeah, he’s a good guy,” I say and my heart races as I talk. Because I’m hiding the truth. I’m keeping what I overheard just yesterday to myself. Daniel has his own demons, but that’s not my story to tell. It’s his and he’ll get through it. I know he will.
He nods in approval although he doesn’t write anything. The book stays on his lap, the pen sitting on top. My eyes keep flickering to it; I always wonder which parts of our session Dr. Robinson deems worthy of recording.
“We got a golden retriever,” I tell him. “He’s just a fluffy puppy, but he’s sweet.”
“You got him together?” he asks me.
“My mother got him for us.”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“You sound like a shrink when you ask me that,” I tell him.
“And you sound like you’re deflecting.” He’s quick to call me on my shit.
My eyes fall on the coffee table and I feel a tug at my heartstrings. “I feel like he’s too good for me.” I speak without looking up at Dr. Robinson, but the telltale sign of his leather notebook opening makes me huff a small laugh. I guess anything that hurts my heart is worthy.
“My grandmother used to say, find someone who loves you just a little more than you love them.” My eyes water, remembering how she said it. And how she meant it.
“And is that how you view your relationship with Dean?” he asks me.
I shake my head, nearly violently, as I wipe the tears away from the corners of my eyes. “No,” I say quickly, the word coming out scratchy. “But I’m afraid that’s how he’ll feel because I’m not good at loving anymore. That’s what really matters. It’s not about the truth. It’s all about what people think.”
“Why do you say that?” he asks me.
“Because it’s so obvious he’d do anything for me. And I’m scared he doesn’t think I’d do the same for him.” I would.I’d kill for him, die for him. Dean is my everything.
