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Her sadness.
Her uncertainty.
Especially her love for me.
I leaned in, just inches away from her neck, and let my breath brush against her ear, causing shivers to course through her and her knees to buckle.
She wrapped her arms around her stomach in a comforting gesture. Her emotions were threatening to spill. Our vows were revealing themselves. I wanted to consume her with my presence, wanting her to feel afflicted.
Conflicted.
So she’d miss my touch.
My voice.
My love…
“We don’t have to do this, baby.”
“Yes, we do.”
“Why, Kinley? Why are you doing this to us? Look at you. You don’t want this. You can’t even fucking look at me right now.”
I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly becoming dry. My head spun in a whirlwind of emotions. Battling with my heart to move or to stay grounded on what I wanted.
Needed.
Couldn’t live without.
Her eyes followed the movement of my strong arms as they came around her body. Skimming the sides of her ribs, I placed my hands on the railing out in front of her.
Caging her against my body, my scent, my ink that was permanently covered on my skin, proudly displaying our life together. My chest piece was memories of us, and the closer I got to her, the more I could feel her turmoil burning a hole into my chest. I could sense she wanted me to put my hands on her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. If I did, I’d never be able to let her go again.
I had no words.
All I had left was devastation.
I didn’t want to touch her…
But I couldn’t help myself.
Again, I never could when it came to her.
—Kinley—
The floodgates opened, and I let out everything I held in so deeply. Tears began to stream down my face, falling to the ground with my heart in his hand. As if he couldn’t hold back any longer, he began to slowly caress up and down my arm. Grazing my skin with only the tips of his fingers like he was testing himself.
It was so fucking ironic because last night he touched me everywhere for hours on end.
With his hands.
His tongue.
His lips.
Yet now, it was almost like I was a piece of glass in the palm of his hand he didn’t want to break.
When he slid his grasp toward my shoulder and then down my back, I didn’t say one word, terrified he would stop if I did.
