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He nods subtly. “I am.”
My eyes search his. “I don’t know how to let myself believe it.”
I see the moment a thought crosses his mind. “Are you doubting your feelings? Is this what this is about?”
I stare at him as a clusterfuck of emotions swirl through my brain. I should end this. I should make him leave me so I know he is safe.
“No,” I reply on autopilot.
“No, you don’t believe this or no you don’t doubt your feelings?” He steps back from me to distance himself.
“Stace…” I hesitate as I try to get my words together. “I love you, you make me feel like I never have before, but I worry.” I touch his eyebrow and he flinches. “Look what they did to you to try and get to me.”
“I’m fine.”
“This time. You’re fine, this time.”
He wraps his arm around me and holds me tight. “I’m fine as long as I am with you.” He gently kisses my forehead.
I feel the ice start to melt from around my heart.
“You know what I want to do?” He smiles into my forehead.
“What?”
“I want to take my girlfriend on a date.”
“Girlfriend?” I smile.
He nods as he widens his eyes. “Sounds weird, doesn’t it?”
I shrug. “I could get used to it I suppose.”
He puts his finger under my chin bringing my face to meet his. “Stop over thinking. Let’s just get through each day and get our new passports, then disappear and start again.”
He kisses me softly, and then again harder. His lips part and he slides his tongue slowly into my mouth. His hand cups the back of my head as he holds me the way that he wants me. “Put your date dress on and blow my mind like you did on our first date.”
I smile. “I blew your mind?”
“Like an atom bomb. I went crazy back on the ship knowing that I wouldn’t see you again. That was the first time…” He stops himself.
“The first time what?” I ask.
“That was the first time that I knew we were more,” he whispers against my lips.
I smile as his lips take mine. “Then I knew before you,” I whisper.
“I know.” He kisses me again. “I’m slow at these things.” Our kiss turns deeper and I begin to feel the heat between my legs.
“When did you know?”
“When you remembered my lifeline. Actually, it was earlier than that.” I correct myself. “It was when I got hurt that you slept with Chelsea.”
“I didn’t sleep with Chelsea. I haven’t touched another woman since I met you.”
My eyes search his.
“Maybe I knew the night I met you,” he whispers. “I believe we were meant to meet.”
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