“Why run when I have everything I need to help me breathe right here,” I told her, cupping her cheek and drawing her closer. I pressed my lips against hers, groaning into her mouth when she swept her arms up and around my neck, eager for more.
For us, things were more complicated. Our relationship wasn’t like what the other boys had been through.
Claim the girl and be done with it.
Bang.
Happily ever after.
Nope.
I wanted this to be forever, so I was going to put in the fucking work to make it so she could trust me. If that meant it took time, I would cherish every fucking minute.