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“No, I’m serious. And I kept telling myself that I was just here to show you around, to teach you about dating. I’d be the perfect fake boyfriend that was partially real. But it was all just so I wouldn’t freak out. And I know that is a dumbass thing to say and it’s weak, but I’m trying to do better. I’m never going to do that again. I promise. I can’t lose you.”
“You weren’t going to lose me. Until you pushed me away. It hurt, Heath. And I don’t want to ever feel that again.”
“I promise. We’re going to talk it out, and I’m going to act like the fucking adult that I am. I promise I’ll never do that again.”
“I didn’t want to fall for you,” I said after a moment.
His eyes widened and he swallowed hard. “I didn’t want to fall for you, either.”
“But I did fall. I love you. And you’ve seen my family, you see the way that I’m trying to not push them away. I get it. So I guess we’re going to have to do better together.”
He pushed my hair from my face, so gentle the ache was real. “We can figure out families together. Because we have a really big family, Devney. Both of us. And they want what’s best for us. At least, the family that counts.”
“So, you’re not going to run away?”
“Never. I almost lost you twice, once from my stupid decisions, and the other from an accident. I never want to lose you. And I never want you to think that you’re going to lose me.”
He leaned down and gently brushed his lips against the side of my mouth, away from the cut.
“You were the perfect imaginary boyfriend, you know.”
“Yeah?” he asked, laughter in his gaze.
“But I think I like you better a little rough. A little wrong. You make silly decisions, just like I do.”
“So, let’s do better.”
“Together?” I asked.
“Together. And I promise I’ll grovel a bit more when you’re out of this hospital bed.”
“Good. I’ve always wanted to see a boyfriend grovel.”
“I guess I’ll be your first.” A kiss. “And your only.”
I sighed into him.
He was right.
My only.
Chapter 20
Heath
Some time later
Light slanted through the blinds and danced over her skin. The sheet had pulled down below to her thighs, uncovering the rest of her. She slept well, and after everything that had happened, I was glad she was sleeping.
Though I had kept her up the night before, we had kept each other up. So perhaps that was also my fault.
But it was all I could do not to reach out and gently trail my finger over her breasts. They were full, her nipples hard. She still slept, but her body ached. Fuck, so did mine.
I played with her nipples, loving the way that she arched for me. She was slowly waking up, but I wanted to wake her up myself. So I trailed my fingers down her stomach, her hips, and over her mound. I cupped her, loving the way that she groaned into me.
“That’s my girl. Lean into my touch.”
She was hot between her legs, dampening my hand.
