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Oliver...

Oliver Matthews...

That name has never sounded so sweet coming from her lips.

I thought I would never want to hear that name again, but then she said it and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

It’s like fucking kerosene to the flame burning deep inside of me, scorching every nerve inside my body, and it feels so damn good.

The fear of seeing her again disappears instantly, replaced with an antidote to a fatal poison. She’s everything; my breath, my life, my future and I tell her just that while our mouths fuse against one another.

“They’re still watching.” I finally whisper to her, slowly letting her slide down my body.

She dips her head to the ground, allowing her golden curls to hide her blushing face. There’s an overwhelming euphoria inside of me that elicits an involuntary chuckle. That’s when I catch her gaze again, her eyes glued to mine .

Inside those orbs of blue, I find us old and happy. Our past long forgotten. Our trauma non-existent. I find an everlasting love that never waivers, proof in the clones we make of ourselves.

In her eyes, I find a life that we make count.