Keep Me Still

When you really love someone, you see all their mess and their brokenness and you love them anyway. In fact, seeing all of that sort of makes you love them more. - Heather Hepler

I am so gone. Lost. Her smile, the little sigh she lets out, the way her eyes light up. All of it. I’m broken down and rebuilt. And nothing will ever be the same again.

Well, I can promise you something, ” I say, leaning down and pressing my lips gently to the side of her neck just below her ear. “Next time you make me hard in public, I will fuck you in the nearest bathroom. Understood?

I love you, Layla Flaherty,” I tell her because I can feel how badly she needs to hear it. “But you already know that, don’t you?” I watch as her pupils dilate and she licks her lips. “I do.” “So what are you going to do about it?” I lean back, despite my body’s protest to throw her down and tear her clothes to shreds. “I’m going to love you right back.

What I’m asking you now is if you’re interested in the position. The pay sucks but the benefits are decent.

What are you doing here?”… Thought you might like a ride,” he answers, smiling that tempting smile at me. “This going to be a regular thing?” I ask out of curiosity as he helps me into the truck. “Do you want it to be?” He arches an eyebrow and I can’t help but smile back “If you do.” “I do,” he says and his grin widens. “I think we’re married now.