Page 112 of Unbearable
He pushes me onto my back, hovering above me. His skin’s hot against mine. His hands are forceful, taking over, discovering and commanding my attention just as they always do. Just likehealways does.
Looking over my body, he glances from my face, down, all the way to between my thighs. Holding my wrists captive above my head, he then releases my right wrist, using his free hand to push down on my hip, gripping under my knee and touching my face with the other.
He whispers in my ear, “I love you.” And then lifts his face to mine, his breath hitting my lips. His mouth dances across my jaw stopping in their path to kiss my lips and forehead, his nose delicately nudging against mine.
When he finally closes the distance, peppering me with gentle kisses, a sigh of contentment falls from me.
My hands soon find their place on his chest. “I love you,” I tell him over and over again.
There are always going to be what ifs in my life. For a person like me, a person who always demanded order and believes every problem has a neat and reasonable solution, the what ifs could be considered unbearable. Lying here, in Tyler’s bed, having him touch me and love me in a way only he can, I realize while I might only be twenty, soon to be twenty-one, I know what I want in life and that’s Tyler Hemming. The rest will all work out because the strength and honesty in our love, it’s undeniable.
Maybe I didn’t need to be in control of everything. Maybe walking into Murphy’s that night was me being in the right place at the right time as Tyler once said.
