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Our fluids mix and I can feel them run down my leg as Goose collapses on top of me. He stays like that for a few minutes while he catches his breath before slowly pulling out.
Goose grabs his shirt and carefully helps to clean me up before taking care of himself. He throws it across the room into my hamper and then turns to me.
I’m already sitting up but he pulls me back down and plants a sweet kiss on my lips, to my ear, and down my neck.
Goose lies on his side and pulls me into him. He then tugs the blankets up over the both of us and kisses the top of my head.
“You’re mine, Bambi. Nobody ever gets to see you like that again.”
I sigh and turn to him. “But I’m not, Goose. We both know that.”
He gently plays with my hair, then gazes deep into my eyes. “Things are going to change. I’m not going to lose you again. Now sleep, we’ll talk more about this tomorrow.”
“How can I sleep not knowing the future for us?”
Goose lays soft kisses down my neck.
“I can fuck you until you can’t keep your eyes open.”
I playfully smack his chest as he smiles and gazes into my eyes.
“I’m being serious, Sawyer.”
“You’re just gonna have to trust me, angel. Can you do that?”
Slowly, I trace my finger down his cheek, “I’ve always trusted you.”
“Good. Then tomorrow we talk. About everything.”
I roll back over as he wraps his big, muscular arms around me. I want to believe him, but I know this is the same old game we play time and time again. As I close my eyes, I hope tomorrow will change everything.
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THE EARLY MORNING LIGHTcreeps into my bedroom and I roll to see Goose laying out in my bed. His tan skin pops out on my bright white sheets. He’s every woman's dream come true, and I’m the one he picks.
But they don’t see the darkness he hides so well...
I slowly get out of bed, careful not to wake him. Grabbing my pink silk robe off the hook on my wall, I turn to look at Goose.
I truly love him with everything I have. Despite all the bullshit, I will always turn to him. We’re both tainted souls that need each other. Our hearts always find each other in the darkest times.
It’s unhealthy and wrong in so many ways, but after everything we’ve been through, I can’t let him go. My heart knows it can only beat for him.
A knock on my door brings me out of my thoughts and I carefully tip-toe out of my bedroom.
I look out the peephole and see a package sitting on my welcome mat. Opening the door, I pick it up and bring it into my kitchen.
I grab a knife and slice it open. There’s no label, so I figure one of the girls had dropped it off for me.
As I open the box, a small white styrofoam container is sitting inside. I take that out and place it on the counter.
I lift the lid up and scream. Throwing the lid down, I stumble back and cover my mouth.
Goose comes running in the kitchen in just his boxers, gun in hand.
“Bambi! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
All I can do is shake my head and point toward the box. Goose gingerly walks over and looks inside.
