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Shane’s eyes focus over my shoulder and his face lights up. Cole has come to collect his husband.
Von’s arm bands around my waist, and his breath tickles my ear. “We’re leaving.”
I grind my ass into him. “One dance.”
“What are the laws regarding getting arrested for public fornication when I have a green card?” He’s rock hard and my ass aches for him tonight.
“Gotta go.” I wave to Cole and Shane as Von hauls me to his side and storms out of the club.
“I love it when you manhandle me.” I sigh, watching Von step into the street to hail a cab. He’s a pro at it now. “And I’m proud of you for not breaking that guy’s nose.”
“That would prevent me from getting you naked,” he says, then adds. “I love you.”
And that says it all.
Before Von, I thought being in a committed relationship would be the worst possible thing. I never imagined I could tell someone my past and they’d accept me. He knows everything. Even the things I’ve done that I’m not proud of. He’s put everything in perspective and loves the scared, broken teen in me. I thought that part of me was unlovable. Unworthy of love. He’s changed that and made me feel safe to be myself and give myself to him.
“I love you too, Viking.” I step into the street to whisper in his ear, “Now take me home and claim what’s yours. I have a present in my pants for you.”
I laugh at his murderous expression, because he has to wait to unwrap me. I’ve never felt so free to express myself through fashion, and Von pushes me to take more risks. It’s intoxicating.
Von’s love has no limitations and I’m so glad I didn’t fuck it up.
He’s my impossible dream.