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Laying here, in his arms, I feel safe and comfortable.
But I also felt that with my dad. A different kind of comfort, but it was there, nonetheless. It was a love that wasn’t reciprocated enough to the point he felt he had to leave mom and me without a backwards glance. He left us so easily. He told us he loved us and still left like we meant nothing to him.
Tears threaten to spill over just thinking about all of it–paired with these intense feelings building for Marc—but I blink them back when I feel him move under me. My body tenses and his arms tighten around my arm.
“Morning, baby,” he grumbles through half open eyes.
“Morning.”
“You’re up early. Who’s the early bird now?”
“The sun was shining on my face.” I smile up at him from where my head rests on his chest. “I can’t fall back asleep once the sun shines like that.”
“I’ll have to get some room darkening curtains for the bedroom when we get home.”
Home.
Whenwegethome.
I nod before I bury my face into his chest. Not able to say anything back, not wanting to say anything back to that.
There’re words on the tip of my tongue, because I can’t deny the truththatI love this man.I don’t know how or when it happened, but I love him with every single fiber of my being.
A feeling so completely foreign to me that I’m questioning if that’s even what this is. It has to be though, right? There's no other way to describe how he makes me feel other than… loved.
He’s soft, caring, and gentle, despite being downright dirty in the bedroom.
I can’t help but wonder if any of this was fake. Was the gala when this all started? I think back to that first date we went on for “practice.” Did we blossom from that? Did I agree so easily to this because there was already something budding between us?
I blink away the thoughts because it’s not something I want to discuss before we have a long car ride home. What if he doesn’t feel the same way about me? And what if our relationship is strictly just sex?
It can’t be.
“We should get up and start packing to head home.”
His hold on me tightens as his other arm comes to wrap fully around me in a warm embrace. “Just lay with me here for another few minutes, baby. I don’t want to let you go.”
I hug him back in his tight embrace and I feel his head nuzzle into my hair.
“Lavender.” He inhales. “I love that smell.”
I let out a soft laugh. “I’m surprised it still smells like that after all the sweating we did last night.”
“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough with you?”
I lift my head to look him in the eyes, my throat knots. “No, Marc. You were… perfect.”
My admission makes him smile. “Are you ready to go for a little mountain run with me?”
“Are you drunk?”
He chuckles. “Absolutely not. I told you I would try to make you fall in love with it one day.”
“Unfortunately for you, the only kind of torture I’m into with you is when you’re hard and dirty with me. You won’t catch me running. Ever.”
“I can live with that.” He scans my body with his eyes, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth. “Let’s go home, baby.”
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