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She does not look away. Her fingers lace through mine, her tips digging into the sweet spot above her heart, her shaky inhale seemingly endless.
“I love you, Drew. I never stopped. It was just the pain of what I thought had happened that held me back. It consumed me. It blocked out everything else in the world. Now that I know the truth, I feel like I can see the sun again. I can breathe again. I can live.” She closes her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “I can love.”
Her eyes fly open and lock on mine. “I can love you.”
Four years.
A bolt of pain shoots through me, paralyzing my heart. She finally trusts me. After all this time, all this heartache, so many years of struggle and hard work, I’m getting what I want.
Her.
Honesty is the best policy, right?
I need to tell her the truth. My truth.
But it sticks in my throat, choking me.
“I love you,” I rasp, the words pushed out of me so hard the air lifts tendrils of her hair, making them float. She gives me a kiss, her hands tightening around my shoulders, and I hug her back. She loves me. She trusts me.
Those bastards didn’t win.
Bzzz.
“Fucking phone,” I mutter, actually grateful for a break from Lindsay. the dissonance between our professions of love and my inner turmoil too much. I check the screen. Gentian.
Your suit is out here. The bathroom’s clear if you need to shower, he texts.
I make a sound close to a grunt. He’s ready to run a presidential campaign single-handed.
Tks, I type back.
And then I’m on top of Lindsay, my hands on her neck, my thighs on either side of her hips, my chest rubbing against her breasts, the friction of skin against skin generating an impulsive energy that fuels me.
“I am dangerously close to having your father not only fire me from managing security for you, but if he finds me in your bedroom, my ass will be kicked thoroughly.”
She pinches the ass in question. “You could totally beat my daddy in a cage fight.”
I kiss her and laugh at the same time.
“Not something I really want to test out, Lindsay,” I say, pulling myself off her, grateful to have a distraction. Sliding into my shorts and sweaty t-shirt, I watch as she crawls under the covers, her gorgeous shoulders peeking out over the top of the sheet.
I sigh.
I plant my hands on my hips and think for a few seconds. My phone says it’s 5:21 a.m. To be safe, I should get out of her bedroom by six. Meeting’s at seven, here at The Grove in the senator’s office, so it’s a fifty-fifty chance whether he’ll be here in person.
I need ten minutes to shower. Ten to shave.
Fuck it.
I grab my shorts and pull them down. The waistband snags on something hard.
I’m naked in three seconds, slithering under the sheets as Lindsay squeals.
I silence her with a kiss.
“I have time for one more.”
“One more what?” she asks, batting her eyelashes with mock innocence.
