“I don’t deserve you, Weston Croix.”
“You’re right.” He looks at me, our foreheads melting together. He presses a small kiss to my nose. “You deserve so much more and I will spend the rest of my life showing you exactly how much. Our happily ever after may have started a little fucked up and twisted, but it’s our own fairy tale.” His voice shakes with emotion. I lean in and let my lips press against his. Enjoying the smooth, slow burn of his kiss. He kisses me back, leaving nothing but passion and love between us.
I pour everything into this kiss with him, melding our lips together, like if we pull apart even for a second we’d evaporate into thin air.
Finally pulling away, our breath is heavy. We gather ourselves.
“I have something for you.”
“Weston, you didn’t have to get anything for me. You are enough.”
“I think you’ll like this one.” He pulls a small book type journal from his coat pocket and hands it to me. Backing away, I look at the beautiful piece in my hands.
“What is it?”
“It’s our story on paper, Wynter. Our own version of Beauty and the Beast. You, of course, have to be the beast though.” I lean away, quirking an eyebrow.
“Kidding, babe. You’ll always be the beauty in my story. Our fairytale won’t be perfect, but it’ll be ours. You see… It’s not about how it starts, Wyn, it’s all about how good it ends.”
“You and your love of fairy tales…” I smile, flipping through the pages.
A redheaded princess and her dark-haired prince finding happily ever after.
“You love that I love my happy endings and for that I promise to have movie nights solely devoted to Disney and love for the rest of our lives.”
My voice caught on emotion comes out raw. “I love you, Weston Croix. Somewhere along the way we went from hate and fell down the rabbit hole into love. We have some issues to work through, still. You’re going to have to be patient with me, but I want this. Us.”
“As long as we can promise to be open with one another, Wyn, I think we’re going to be just fine and I love you so much.” He repeats the words back to me, punctuating each with a small kiss and butterflies erupt within me. Happiness flutters here and there with so much hope, so many promises.
His lips find mine again and I can’t help but feel every single inch of them pressed in a sensual glide against mine. My heart races and my legs grow weak. Weston Croix is my biggest downfall and my greatest joy.
“I missed the way you kiss me. Like you're pouring love into my mouth one stroke of your tongue at a time.” My voice comes out breathy.
He kisses my lips again, letting himself trail down my neck, and I get lost in the sensation of his touch. He dips his head to kiss my collarbone, over my sternum, and I shriek. “Weston, not here,” I say, looking around, hoping that no one caught his naughty moves.
Dropping one last kiss to my lips, his smile gradually fades, soon replaced by a smirk and a predatory gleam in his eyes.
“Anyone else you need to see before we leave?”
“We’re leaving right now?” My eyes widen in shock.
“Unless you’d like to have a repeat bathroom hate fuck? I think that’s what you called it.”
“Oh!” I blush, heat crawling up my cheeks.
“You know what happens now, right?” His voice is low and gritty.
“What?” I whisper.
“Make-up sex and I’d prefer you spread out across my bed. And if we don’t leave now, well… I’ll have to use back up ideas and I can guarantee you those will not be as much fun as what I have planned…”
“Okay, let’s go.” I nod my head.
“Thank fuck.”
My cheeks flush at the thought of what he’s hinting. A shot of heat hits my core and I involuntarily clench my thighs together. For the first time in forever, I’m looking forward to my future with Weston. To sex. To love and life after it.