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Colin

A month and a half later

O ver all the years I spent playing rugby, there have been several moments that have felt truly monumental for me.

Seeing my first live game.

When I scored my first try.

The first time I kicked a difficult penalty.

The first time I was named Captain.

When I tasted victory and decided I wanted more of it.

The first time I lost and learnt how to handle it.

All of those moments have been building me up to this one, but none of them hold a candle to it.

I stand straight, my eyes drifting from where the ball is balancing on the kicking tee over to the tall, white goalposts. They’re forty meters away with a narrow angle of attack and there’s a strong, persistent breeze blowing across the field tonight, meaning I need to adjust for that. My hands tremble, either from the cold or from the adrenaline pumping through my veins and my heart pounds like a drum in my ears. Sweat trickles down the side of my face, heat pours off my body and streams of mist bellow out of my mouth.

I have fifteen seconds left to make this kick .

fifteen seconds and I’m another step closer to seizing my future.

The moment my foot connects with the ball, I already know the kick is good just by the sound of it coming off my boot. It flies through the air perfectly, heading straight for the far end of the posts, exactly where I was aiming, before the wind catches it like something out of a dream, sending it soaring straight through the middle instead. The flags go up. The final whistle blows and it’s only then that the frenzied noise of the crowd truly hits me.

We’ve done it.

We’ve won our semi-final match against Edinburgh University.

We’re going to the final in two weeks.

Holy fucking shit!

A hard body slams into me, followed by another and then several more.

“You fucking legend! You did it!” Mace yells in my ear.

“We’re going to the final, boys!” Kai shouts at the top of his lungs.

I laugh happily, hugging my two best friends and cheering with the rest of my teammates when they join in on the celebrations as well. We’ve had losses before. We’ve had wins. This isn’t our first taste of victory, but this is a moment none of us will ever forget for as long as we live. We deserve this, but we had to earn it. Especially since this was an away game and those are always more challenging because you don’t have a home advantage. This is as far as we made it last year and after our slightly messy start against Bancroft and our nail-biting draw against Cardiff, we made sure to come out guns blazing for the rest of this season. We’ve played our hearts out in every game . We’ve put in the effort and now we’ve seen ourselves through. In two weeks, when we face Bancroft again in the final, we’ll make it known that if anyone merits holding that trophy, it’s us.

Only one other thing would make this moment even more perfect.

For what feels like the millionth time this evening, my eyes find Ellie on the sidelines. She has her camera up, snapping pictures of my teammates and the festive atmosphere. The second she lowers it though; she looks at me as well, her lips stretching into that gorgeous smile I love so fucking much. Her hair is up tonight and she’s wearing light-washed jeans and her Admirals jersey with my number on it again, and fuck me if the sight doesn’t do something incredible to my insides. She’s worn it several times now, but that feeling I experienced the first time I saw her in it hasn’t diminished one bit.

I can’t wait to see her wearing it and nothing else later.

She presses the tips of her fingers to her mouth and my chest expands with warmth as I do the same. It’s a subtle gesture, our way of greeting each other in a crowd without cluing anyone in on what we’re doing. Light glints off the chain hanging around her neck and I smile.

She’s mine.

This incredible, smart, unbelievably talented, beautiful woman is all mine.

Weeks have passed since the night I gave it to her and I still can’t get over how lucky I am. Hardly a day has gone by where we haven’t talked or seen each other. That’s not to say we haven’t had some close calls namely with my dad and some of my other teammates, but we’ve managed to keep our relationship under wraps for the most part. Unfortunately, Ellie was right about Ka i and his big fucking mouth. He couldn’t keep the secret from Mace for more than five seconds without blurting it out during breakfast one morning and because I could tell she felt bad about keeping it from them, I didn’t so much as bat an eyelid when Ellie confessed that she told Liv and Natalie the truth about us on News Years Eve.

If I’m being entirely honest, I’m kind of glad that there are a few people who know about us.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret our decision not to tell anyone, but having a few people know makes it feel a little more…real.

I mean, I know my relationship with Ellie is ‘real’.

I’m reminded of that every time I go to sleep and wake up beside her. Every time I have her under me, on top of me or at my side. Whenever I listen to her laugh or see her smile and get to hold her in my arms. Every time I taste those lips or hear her talk about the books and movies she loves so much, that notion gets solidified for me all over again, but I wish we lived in a world where we didn’t have to hide it. I want to take her out on proper dates, reach for her hand in public or drape my arm around her shoulders. I want to kiss her whenever the fuck I like and not give a damn about who sees us. Right now, I’m so tempted to jog across this field, hurl her into my arms and kiss, so much so that it physically hurts.

One day soon I will.

If the final goes even half as well as this game did tonight, then my future is set. All I have to do is sign on the dotted line and I’ll be a professional rugby player. Well, there’s probably more to it than that, but that’s the basic gist of it. Then there’ll be nothing standing in the way of me telling the whole world, including my father, that Ellie Simpkins is mine .

Just a couple more weeks and we’ll be free.

I’m still staring at Ellie when I spy my mother crossing the field towards me with a massive smile on her face. My heart warms at the sight.

I always love it when she comes to my games.

She hugs me tightly, not caring that I’m literally covered from head to toe in mud, blood and sweat right now, but she did raise three rugby players and has been married to one for two decades. Mud, blood and sweat kind of go hand in hand with that.

“I’m so proud of you!” She says, pulling back and framing my face with her hands, “You played brilliantly, Col.”

“Thanks, Mum.” I smile and kiss her cheek, her eyes glistening with happiness and pride as she gazes up at me.

One thing I’ve always loved about my mother is that she’s never played favourites. Not once did she pit me and my brothers against each other or make us feel like we had to vie for her attention or approval. She loves us equally, supports us equally and worries about us just as equally. If Bryce or Graeme had played tonight, she’d be looking at them the same way which is what makes it feel genuine. She tries to come to as many of our games as possible, even though it’s obvious a part of her, no matter how small, wishes we’d do something else with our lives. I’ve never found out why, though. The one time I asked her, it nearly reduced her to tears. In any case, it makes her support mean that much more when she shows it.

“Um, sorry, do you mind?”

I look to my right, seeing Ellie hovering a short distance away and my heart squeezes with apprehension because I’m not sure what she’s doing, but she holds up her camera, clarifying that she want s to take a picture of my mum and me together.

“Oh, yes of course.” My mum says immediately. She turns and slides her arms around me, beaming a wide, toothy smile at the woman she has no idea is my girlfriend.

My chest caves with guilt.

I’ve thought about the moment when they would meet so many times now, but I wanted to wait until Ellie and I could officially be together before it happened. That way we wouldn’t have to lie or hide. I know my mom would be thrilled to hear that I’ve found someone who makes me so unbelievably happy, but I could never ask her to keep a secret like this from my dad, her husband, even if she’d be willing to do it.

Acting normal, I drape an arm over my mother’s shoulders, plastering on my signature smile as Ellie snaps away on her camera. Afterwards, my girlfriend steps forward, a little timidly, and holds out a hand.

“I’m Ellie by the way, I’m writing The Armitage Spotlight article on your son.”

My mom takes her outstretched hand, her massive grin somehow broadening even more.

“Lovely to finally meet you, Ellie. I’m Lorna Hunt, Colin’s mum.”

Like me, my mum has known about the article from the start and I’ve even mentioned Ellie to her once or twice over the past weeks, but you know…subtly. Still, I instantly recognise the intrigued glint taking shape in her eyes as she sweeps them over Ellie. I brace myself, already knowing what’s coming next.

“My word you’re gorgeous!” My mother gushes .

My eyes close, heat swamping all over my face.

Christ.

Here we fucking go.

“Mom, please,” I mumble under my breath, clearly exasperated. She has a horrible habit of doing this.

“What?” My mother questions, “It’s just an innocent observation, Col. Don’t get embarrassed.”

I scoff under my breath, catching sight of Ellie’s bashful grin.

There was nothing ‘innocent’ about that and my mother knows it. I tug at the collar of my rugby jersey, suddenly feeling way too fucking hot under my clothes.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Mrs Hunt and thank you for the compliment. I just wanted to come over and congratulate your son on his win.” Ellie’s hazel green eyes slide over to me and my skin warms even more, but for a different reason. “You played incredibly well, Colin.”

I nod, smiling and working my throat a few times. “Thanks, Simpkins.”

She smiles crookedly, pink flashing on her cheeks as she shifts back and forth on her feet adorably. “Well, good night. I’ll see you on the bus tomorrow.”

She’ll see me in an hour actually, but no one else needs to know that.

After Ellie waves goodbye to my mum and me, I watch her leave, barely conscious of the fact that my mom is staring at me.

“She seems lovely.”

I roll my eyes, smirking down at her. “You say that about every pretty girl you see.” I point out. The only difference is; that I actually agree with her this time .

After hugging her and promising to have breakfast with her tomorrow morning at the hotel before we head back to Armitage and she leaves for London, I form a line with the rest of my teammates and clap my hands for the Edinburgh players as they walk off the field; as a show of respect for the effort and heart they put into the game we just played. They gave us a good run for our money tonight so they deserve the applause. If it wasn’t for that last-minute penalty, they’d be the ones clapping us off the field right now. I’m still a bit keyed up from winning the match and while I do get caught up in the fun and comradery in the changing rooms, when everyone starts talking about heading out to celebrate, I’m ready to have a shower, get changed and get back to the hotel and to Ellie as quickly as possible. No offence to the lads or anything, but I plan on celebrating our win another way. Grabbing my towel and kit bag out of my cubby, I’m about to head into the showers when my father steps into my path. His expression is as hard and stoic as ever.

“You played well tonight.”

“Wow,” I drawl, crossing my arms over my chest, “An actual compliment. Guess I must’ve really impressed you.”

Funny how it doesn’t sound nearly as sincere as it did when my mum and Ellie said it.

My father sighs heavily, mimicking me as some of the tension leaves his face.

“I know I’ve been hard on you this season, Col but that’s only because I know how important this is. You played like a professional tonight, but I don’t want you to get cocky going into the final. I want you to put extra time into practising your kicking over the next two weeks. You took an unnecessary risk with that last kick tonight and your teammates will be depending on you to make better decisions than that. Remember, every single point –.”

“– Counts in a final.” I cut in tersely, “Yeah, I know. No pressure or anything.”

And that kick wasn’t an unnecessary risk, it’s called ‘skill’.

“Pressure is a good thing, Colin. It keeps you alert and focused. It reminds you that you have something to lose.”

I nod my head automatically, wanting to point out that I’ve heard those words so many times now that I find them more annoying than inspiring.

“Is there anything else?”

My father eyes me closely for a moment, something he’s been doing more and more of lately. Can he tell there’s something different about me? I’ve started to wonder, or should I say worry, that he’s started to piece things together. I’ve caught him staring at Ellie and me sometimes, but we’re very careful whenever we’re in public, especially around him. We keep our distance and we don’t touch or look at each other in any special way. Besides, I know my father. If he suspected, even for just a second, that something was happening between Ellie and me, he would’ve confronted me about it ages ago.

“There is something else actually,” He answers, eyes turning serious again. “I want you on the practice field on Monday afternoon. Two o’clock. Your footwork needs some attention.”

I exhale through my nose, “Sure.”

There’s no point in arguing with him.

Satisfied, he moves to leave, but stops, looking at me again. The hard lines of his face almost soften, but when he opens his mouth, he hesitates like he’s struggling to find the right words. My brow furrows, but before I can ask him what’s wrong he shakes his head and turns his back on me without saying a word. My lips turn down with a grimace and a weight drops into my stomach. He was going to say something else, that much is obvious, but I should know by now not to expect too much from him.

What else would he have to say anyway?

I try not to think about it as I shower and get changed, but my animosity towards him doesn’t go away, not even after I stalk out of the changing rooms and climb into my car. It stays with me, lurking on the fringes of my mind like a shadow I can’t escape.

Just like him.

I grunt, bringing my hands to Ellie’s waist and helping her move.

A bit faster, a bit harder.

I open my eyes, watching her grind her hips and move above me, moaning and riding me like a good fucking girl. I tip my head back into the pillow, breathing out a groan into the darkness. My muscles ache and tense, sweat drenching my skin already. Pleasure works its way through me, slowly flooding every part of my body, but it’s not enough. Not enough to bury my irritation or smother my frustrating thoughts. I need more. I need her closer. I sit up and gather Ellie into my arms, taking a pebbled nipple in my mouth and sucking on it, biting lightly and swirling my tongue around it. She whimpers, moaning beautifully against my ear as she moves faster over my cock. I pull her in until her perfect breasts are pressed flat against my chest and seal my mouth over hers in a bruising kiss, nibbling and swallowing her loud gasps when I buck my hips into her, hitting that spot deep inside her that makes her cry out in ecstasy. I try to let her warmth surround me. I try to let her presence soothe me like it usually does, but the anger and disappointment infecting my heart won’t give me peace. I clench my jaw so hard it starts to hurt and bury my face into her shoulder, my fingertips digging into her skin.

Why won’t it just fucking go away!

“Colin?”

Ellie’s movements slow, stopping altogether a few moments later, and although I want to protest the loss of pleasure, I keep silent. Her hands skim over me before they cup my cheeks, asking me to look at her. When I do, concern is etched into her expression.

“What’s wrong?”

I breathe out shakily, almost as if I’m in serious pain and press my face back into her shoulder, sinking into her even more when her arms slip around me and I feel her hands work over my taut back.

“Talk to me.” She whispers, but I only tighten my hold on her in response.

We’ve spoken about so many things since we first met. My life, my little quirks, my hobbies, my thoughts, dreams and aspirations, but this is the one topic we’ve never touched on before. The one thing I never wanted her to bring up or ever wanted to discuss because of how much I hate talking about it, but I feel like if I don’t say something now, it’ll continue to wreck me from the inside out, causing damage that’ll be beyond repair if I’m not careful.

But where do I even start ?

What do I say when I’m still so mad that I can’t even think straight?

“Use me.”

I blink, going still and my breathing stops, not sure if I heard what I think I just heard.

Did she just –

Ellie leans back until our eyes meet again and I take a moment to study them in the darkness, searching for any sign that she’s kidding, but there’s no uncertainty. No fear or hesitation. Only a desperate need to help me.

“What?” I ask tentatively, needing to hear her say it again.

“I want you to use me.” She whispers but with more conviction this time.

“Ellie…” I avert my eyes and shake my head.

No. I can’t do that. It’s not me. I don’t – But she ducks her head and captures my lips in a slow, sensual kiss, moving just a fraction over my dick again. Shivers wrack over my body like lightning splitting the sky. I groan, kissing her back, feeling my grip on reality slipping.

“It’s okay.” She murmurs, her lips ghosting over mine, “I trust you, Colin…I trust you.”

I’m not entirely sure what happens next. One second, I’m intent on holding back, the next I’m flipping our positions and thrusting back inside her cunt without warning, rolling my hips and fucking Ellie hard and fast into the mattress beneath her. I kiss her mindlessly, parting her lips and pulling her tongue into my mouth. Pouring every ounce of everything I’m feeling into every single action I make. Her moans hit my ears and she clings to me helplessly, her fingers clawing into my back as she buries her face into the crook of my neck, taking everything I dish out and more. I reach down between us, feeling her jolt against me with surprise when my fingers find her clit.

I groan.

“So wet and warm for me, Simpkins,” I whisper, brushing lightly and feeling her pussy clench. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

“Oh god, C-Colin, don’t…Don’t stop…Ahhh!”

She’s already so close and so am I, but I don’t stop, not even when her orgasm crests and she cries out, her cunt throbbing and tightening around my cock like a vice. I keep pumping my hips into her, rubbing fast, tight circles against her sensitive flesh.

“Fuck, Ellie…Fuck!” I grit, panting hard against her lips, “You feel good. You’re the only thing that feels good, love.”

So fucking good.

Her hands find the back of my head and she kisses me feverishly, tonguing my lips and scraping her nails over my skin.

“More.” She begs, her breathing erratic now, “Harder.”

“Fucking insatiable,” I growl, “You’re fucking mine, Ellie. No one else will ever do this to you except me.”

She tries to kiss me, but I move back, looking her in the eyes.

“Say it,” I demand.

“Colin…”

My pace slows and she whines impatiently, bucking her hips in protest, but my hands grip her, holding her in place.

“Say it.”

“No one will ever do this to me, except you,” She whispers the promise sliding her arms around my neck and kissing me softly, “Only you, Colin. ”

That does serve as my undoing.

I dive back in, covering her mouth with mine and fucking her hard again.

“You’re the only one who’s done this for me, Ellie.” I tell her, “You’re the only one who ever will.”

We kiss wildly and I lift my upper body so I can watch her breasts bounce, gripping her hip tightly with one hand and the headboard with the other, rocking into her until she quivers and falls apart underneath me again with a series of loud moans muffled and gasped into the pillow. I close my eyes, moving inside her with an almost animalistic need as I chase my own release, blind to anything else at that moment until that electricity finally surges up my spine. My vision turns white behind my eyelids and I tense, the heat in my stomach bursting as I finish inside her with a low, guttural growl. With my heart pounding, I breathe like I’m dying and collapse my full weight on top of her. I don’t have the strength to brace myself up anymore, but Ellie doesn’t complain. She doesn’t say anything, in fact. She just holds me silently, brushing soft kisses against the side of my head and the hollow of my throat. It takes a moment, but I manage to regain my composure which is when the realisation of what I’ve just done hits me. Shame swarms me and my mouth pinches with a grimace as I try to pull away from her, but her hands latch onto my biceps, not letting me go.

“Please, don’t run from me.” She pleads, “Tell me what happened. Let me help you.”

My face contorts with anguish, but when I see the growing apprehension in her eyes it weakens my resolve. I don’t know why I’m fighting this or why I’m hiding from someone I’ve never hidden from before. We’ve never struggled to talk about anything, so why should this be any different? She wants to help. She wants to listen. Maybe she’ll even understand because of her own issues with her dad. With a sigh, I slip out of her carefully, dispose of the condom in the bin next to the bed and then move onto my back, pulling her in and grabbing her thigh. She settles herself on top of me, hitching her leg over my stomach so she’s comfortable.

“I had a conversation with my father after the game tonight,” I confess quietly.

She swallows, looking at me gravely like she already suspected that was the case. “What did he say?”

“It’s not so much what he said that bothers me, it’s what he didn’t say.”

“What do you mean?”

Her thumb massages circles into my shoulder and as comforting as her touch feels, it doesn’t make the words any easier to say. I’ve never told anyone this before. Not even Bryce or Graeme, but if there’s one person who deserves to know everything…Who needs to know everything, it’s her.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that there’s some tension between my father and I.”

“It’s kind of hard not to.” She says awkwardly.

I smirk sadly.

That’s true.

You’d have to be blind not to see it and even then, a blind person would probably be able to sense it because that’s how bad it is.

“Rugby has always come first in our family. I’m a player and he’s my coach. That’s the dynamic we’ve operated on for years now, but what nobody knows is that from the moment I picked up a rugby ball, I’ve wanted to be him. I wanted to be as good as he was. As de dicated and impactful. As memorable,” I press my lips into a flat line, the memories from when I was a kid suddenly coming back, “I want to make him proud, Ellie. That’s all I cared about for years and I was under no illusions of how hard it would be. I knew it would take time. That it wouldn’t happen overnight and I would have to earn it, but as the years went by, the training regimes only intensified and our relationship only strained further and further. At some point, I stopped longing to hear those words from him. I stopped believing I ever would.” I shake my head, tears forming in my eyes. “No matter how well I play or how much effort I put in, it’s never enough for him and that will always hurt me more than any criticism he could ever throw my way.”

The words flow out of me and by the time I’m done I can breathe a little easier, even though the pain I’ve kept bottled up for so long has resurfaced and everything hurts now. I’ve never told anyone the full extent of how bad my relationship is with my father or why it kills me so much when we fight, but I want her to understand it. At least one person should know every facet of who I am and what drives me because the truth is; I don’t just play rugby for myself. I never have. I play it for my school, for my team and my country, but I also play it for the child I used to be, still waiting to hear those words.

Ellie touches my cheek and I don’t realise I’m crying until I feel her wipe the wetness away. I gaze at her, seeing the heartache in her eyes as tears spill over her cheeks as well. My heart constricts violently.

“Don’t cry,” I murmur, wiping them away as well. I don’t want to see her sad, that’s not why I told her this story.

She shakes her head, shuffling closer and tucking herself into me .

“I’m sorry.” She hiccups, “It’s just…I know what it’s like to be disappointed in someone who’s meant to be your father, but it’s different in your case. I just…I can’t fathom how hard it’s been for you all these years. All that pressure you put on yourself, all the dedication and hard work you’ve shown and he’s barely acknowledged it.”

I hold her tighter in my arms.

We’ve only spoken about her father once and from what I gathered at the time she made her peace with him leaving the way he did years ago, but it’s left a permanent mark. A scar, she’ll carry for the rest of her life. She even told me it’s why she resisted her feelings for me for so long because she was afraid of getting hurt again. Like her dad hurt her. Like Marco did. She’s right, though. Our situations are different. I’m not sure which one is worse though; not having your father around at all, knowing he willingly chose to abandon you or having your father around, but not feeling connected to him at all.

“I don’t mind the pressure.” I tell her, “I don’t even mind that I’ve dedicated my life to rugby or when he criticises me, because at least that’s useful. It helps me learn. Keeps me centred, humbled and focused. I just hate that the price that had to be paid for me becoming the rugby player I am today was losing my dad. It’s a miracle that I didn’t stop playing because of it.”

Ellie nuzzles my skin with her nose, pressing a gentle kiss right over my heart. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I love it, despite everything, and I do have my dad to thank for that. I was six years old when my mum took me to my first rugby match. It was a Six Nations game between England and France, right before my dad retired. I’d seen him play on TV before, but there was something mesmerising about actually seeing hi m pass the ball or score a try in person. It’s still one of the greatest experiences of my life.” England won that day and I can remember how the crowd roared and the way my dad smiled when he saw us. “He fostered the dream, Ellie and that’s what made me fall in love with it. I could never give it up.”

“I suppose I can understand that,” Ellie admits softly, “In the first short story I ever wrote, I made the father this gigantic asshole who treated his family like they were nothing. I was fifteen at the time and still angry about him leaving. I wanted to get my emotions out, so I wrote them all down. Do you know what my mum said after she read it?” I shake my head, listening when she continues, “She told me that while she loved it, I shouldn’t let my own experiences with my dad sour the idea of what a ‘father’ is meant to be. People change and they leave to chase new dreams. It happens all the time. It’s not right and it’s not fair, but it’s life. It’s not that he didn’t want to stop working in dangerous places that was the problem, it was him thinking that he couldn’t have his family around to achieve his dreams. What he did will always hurt, but weirdly it’s also what made me want to become a writer. So, I use it, but don’t let it influence me beyond that.”

I smile into her hair.

She gets it.

She understands.

Even if my relationship with my father never improves, I’ll never regret playing rugby or that he was the one who led me there.

“Well, I’m thrilled to hear that Simpkins, because I’m still counting on reading that book of yours someday. ”

Her face warms against my chest and I smirk, lifting her by the chin and pecking her lips. I do love it when my girl gets all flustered. After letting me read that book, she hid from me back in Heathton, Ellie caved about a week ago and let me read one of the short stories she wrote last year. I learnt two things that day; my girl is incredibly talented and underneath that cute, shy exterior she has a dirtier mind than I expected.

“And I told you that you’ll have to wait until I’m done writing it.”

My face falls and I aim an exaggerated pout her way. “You wouldn’t be that cruel, would you?”

She grins playfully. “What can I say, life can be tough sometimes.”

I move suddenly, rolling her onto her back and she squeals with delight, laughing when I pin her under my body again. “I’m sure I can find a way to convince you to change your mind.”

“Possibly. We’ll talk.” Giggling, she kisses me slowly and softly, framing my face with her hands, “No matter what happens in the final, I’m so proud of you already, Colin.” I go still at her admission, my eyes widening just a fraction, “I know it’s not the same as hearing it from your dad, but I –”

I silence her with my lips, parting her mouth and slipping my tongue inside her wet warmth. It’s not the same as hearing it from my dad, but it feels better and it’s enough. More than enough. We break apart minutes later, flushed and breathing heavily, and as I gaze down at her, taking in her hypnotic eyes and natural beauty, a feeling expands from my chest, stretching over my entire body.

“I…” I love you. I force back the words, unable to actually say them .

It’s too early to admit that, right?

No matter how right it may feel, the last thing I want is to scare her off by blurting out that I’ve fallen completely and utterly in love with her. Instead, I swallow against the sandpaper in my throat, bringing a hand up to her cheek.

“I can’t tell you how much it means to hear you say that, love. Thank you.”

She beams at me and then we’re kissing again, our legs getting tangled as we get lost in each other again. I’ll get lost in her willingly over and over again, even if there was no hope of ever finding myself afterwards.

She’s all I’ll ever need.

She’s all I’ll ever want.