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Remington traces a soft line down my cheek, following my jaw. His fingertips land on my pulse, and he silences his breath. I let him feel my fluctuating heartbeat, jumping whenever we meet eyes. After a comfortable silence, he scoots closer to plant a relaxed, plush kiss on my lips. I breathe in his body heat, holding his torso flush against mine as I kiss him back, but nothing about this moment feels overtly sexual. We settle in, nose-to-nose, and I couldn’t be happier.
“What’s happening right now?” Remington whispers. “Is it just me?”
“No, it’s something, for sure, but I don’t know what.”
He huffs out a soft laugh. “Me neither. But I love it.”
“I’m so glad,” I whisper.
Brushing light touches down his face, I smile as Remington closes his eyes. I decide to whisper something new. Something I’d never say, but Remington always does.
“D-do you... feel good?”
His dark eyes flicker back open. Whatever he sees on my nervous face melts him into a sedated grin. “Verygood. I’m loving this moment with you.”
“Me too. I’m here too, Rem. Let yourself sleep.”
His hum comes out as a drowsy purr, stirring every nurturing nerve in my heart. As Remington’s eyes droop shut beneath my gentle brushing down his arms, my heart aches. I don’t want this to be another short fling. I don’t want him to disappear, ever, even if he doesn’t feel the same about me. I thought I knew what love was in high school with my first boyfriend, but I never had someone listen to me like Remington. Witness me like him. Understand me like him. Or misunderstand and try his hardest to better understand me like him. And I’ve never felt such a deep longing to do the same.
I might actually be in love with him.
No, I’m sure of it. The longer I hold Remington’s limp body, the more I cherish his innocent, sleeping breath. I want to hear it as long as he’ll let me.
I want to be his rescuer too.
CHAPTER 10
MY SLEEP IS MUDDIEDwith nightmares that I’ve just been sleeping all alone in my parents’ house, waking up to find Remington just a figment of my desperate, trapped imagination.
But every time I stir in reality with a racing heart, Remington’s sweet, sleeping face is still mushed into my pillow.
I love it, but it’s also killing me. What if this relationship won’t last?
I guess I better enjoy it while it does. Snuggling up to him, my heart flutters as he wraps me in his arms in his sleep, mumbling nonsensical words and forcing me to hold in a laugh.
But when I open my eyes to see the light from the window and no Remington, I shoot upright with a pained gasp.
