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My eyes widen. “Really?”
He nods. “I thought a lot about what you said about me being a coward for not telling her the truth, and I realized you wereright. I needed to be honest with her about everything. How it made me feel, and what I’d done.”
I swallow. “How’d it go?”
“Better than I expected. She felt really bad when I told her how I felt like I wasn’t good enough unless I had a boyfriend attached to me, and she said she never meant for me to feel that way, she just wanted me to be happy. But she also said she was glad things worked out the way they did because it meant us getting back together, even if it was by accident.”
I take a deep breath. I know I need to ask him but I’m so nervous he’ll say no, even though his body language and the way he’s been looking at me tells me maybe I have a shot. “So, is it too much for me to hope for, us getting back together a second time?” I say, gazing up at him through my eyelashes and biting my lip as I run my hand over the back of my neck. I feel sweat gathering there and my skin prickles. I know I don’t deserve a third chance with him, but god, I want it. And if he’s good enough to give it to me I swear I’ll treat him right this time. I’ll be the boyfriend he deserves. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us together, even if I have to go to therapy every day for the rest of my life. I can’t promise I won’t mess up, but I can promise I won’t run away, or push him away. I’ll go to him when I’m feeling afraid or insecure like I should have done before.
Wesley gives a soft smile and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I can’t make any promises,” he says,“but I’m very hopeful. Let’s see how things go in counseling, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
EPILOGUE
WESLEY - 2 YEARS LATER
“Damn, you look sexy,” I say, practically purring as I walk up behind my husband and slide my arms around his bare waist. I stand on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his tattoo, which now has another date under the first one, 2/12/1963-4/03/2022 – his mother’s birthday and the day she passed.
I wrap my arms around his torso and press my hands to his firm chest before rutting my cock against his ass just to see his reaction. He fumbles with the zipper on his pants and nearly topples over, and I cackle. He looks back at me and smirks.
“You’re hopeless,” he says, then proceeds to pull his pants up the rest of the way and reaches for his dress shirt.
“Can you blame me?” I ask, moving around to stand in front of him, my gaze tracking over that very fine toned body of his, all lean and hard and….hmm, okay I have to calm down because we don’t have time for sex before he leaves, not even a quickie. It’s his first day, and he can’t be late. But damn, he looks fine. I sigh as he covers that gorgeous chest with his shirt and tucks it into the pants of his uniform, then fastens his belt.
“Are you going to ogle me the entire time I’m getting dressed?” he asks.
“That’s the plan,” I say, knowing he’s not at all bothered. He slips his dress shoes on and then returns to the mirror, fingers playing with his dark hair.
“It looks fine, babe,” I say. It really does. Not a single strand is out of place. It makes me want to muss it up, just on principle.
“Here.” I step in front of him and slide his tie around his neck. I loop it over and under and through, and then finally cinch it, and our gazes lock. We stare at each other for a long moment before I reach over and hand him his jacket, which completes the ensemble. I watch again as he slips it on. It fits like a glove, and…okay, down boy, I tell my half-hard cock.Not now.Daydreaming about Cooper in his pilot’s uniform doesn't even begin to do justice to the real thing. Jesus, I think I’ve discovered a new kink. And I can indulge in this one all I want ‘cause this man in uniform is all mine. Except he won’t be home till late tomorrow. Still, I’m not opposed to phone sex, wink, wink.
I step close to him again and smooth my palms down his jacket. He reaches out and takes my face in his hands and looks into my eyes.
“You okay?” I ask. My voice is barely a whisper, and shit, I’m choking up.
“Yeah,” he says, and plants a kiss on my curls. His thumbs circle my cheeks as tears slip free. “Are you?”
I nod. “I don’t know why I’m crying,” I say, wiping my eyes and laughing a little.
Cooper smiles. “Don’t you?” I nod and he pulls me close. I bury my face in his chest and he strokes my back.
“Shit,” I say, pulling away and smoothing his jacket out again, making sure I didn’t leak on it.
He chuckles. “It’s fine.” He tilts my chin up and kisses me and I melt into him. My Cooper.
“You know how proud I am of you, right?” I say. The smile that lights up his face is priceless. “And even more important, you know how proud you should be of yourself?”
He has a harder time with that one, but even so he nods. It’s taken time but he’s learning to recognize his worth, to believe he deserves good things. He has a difficult time giving himself credit for anything, seeing himself the way I see him. Flawed but still beautiful. Imperfect, but good. He’s worked so hard these past couple of years and I couldn’t be prouder to call him mine, to stand by his side as he fulfills his lifelong dream.
He’s still in school but he’s gotten his commercial license. We’ve been married for about eight months, after being in therapy together for a year. It had gone well and I had known that while we would still have our struggles and difficulties, Cooper would always be the one for me. We’ve learned a lot about each other, how to handle Cooper’s insecurities and fears together, how to communicate better, how to build trust. So when Cooper had asked me to marry him on Christmas Eve with the entire family in attendance, I had jumped into his arms with a resounding ‘Yes!’
“Hey,” Cooper says, bringing me out of my daze as I grip the lapels of his jacket. “You okay?”
My lips against his is my reply, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly and kissing me back, his tongue tangling with mine. I moan but then pull back.
“I have something for you,” I say.
