amazing, yet the sight of another woman admiring him fills me with such self-doubt?
I had every reason to be afraid. This means something .
It means loyalty, friendship, and eternal love. Everything we are to each other.
“You don’t have to wear it, Harper, so don’t—”
“I love it.” My voice is raspy, and my chest tight.
“You do?” Relief settles into him while his scowl and somber mood disappear. The enthusiasm I extinguished is back full-force. He’s beaming with happiness and love.
For me.
Fucking minions and their machinations. They almost won today.
I pull the necklace out of the box, trying to unclasp the lock. Tommy jumps up from his chair and rushes to my side, lifting the necklace from my struggling fingers.
“Here, let me put in on for you.”
I can’t contain my smile as I move my long hair aside.
He loops it around my neck, the scent of clean, virile male along with his unmistakable cologne washing over me. My eyes close on instinct, his essence so near, imprinting on my soul, enveloping me, cocooning me, making me feel safe and loved. Nothing else matters. Not my psychosis, hallucinations, or whatever else is going on in my life.
For me, it’s just him. I don’t want or need anything else.
Once the lock is clasped, he trails the back of his hand over the curve of my neck, his breath tickling my nape. His lips land softly on my skin, inciting goose-bumps to erupt all over my body. My core instantly pulses, and my nipples harden.
He’s the air I breathe; it’s his heartbeat inside my chest that keeps me alive.
He clears his throat and returns back to his seat in time for the waitress to reappear. One look at our expressions and her smile falters. She hands the check to Tommy, but I know better. She’s embarrassed. Chances are her number is behind the check, and she just witnessed our very intimate moment.
This is what I need to focus on. The unspoken aura that is only ours, no matter where we are or what is going on around us. Ever since we met, no one understood me better, saw the real me better than Tommy.
We hold each other’s hearts. And I need to believe in that now more than ever.
قلب
Tommy takes my hand and I shyly allow it. Knowing how I feel about PDAs doesn’t stop him from softly caressing my knuckles with his thumb, while we cross the street and head into the garage.
I look up at his profile, mesmerized by him. How did I get so lucky? Memory of that conversation during our final stakeout together stirs. How we picked the same MOS in the Army and ended up in the same unit, platoon, and squad. About the odds of us meeting at all.
He’s always been part of my world and the thought of losing him, or never having found him, terrifies me. And if my life’s track record is any indication, the proverbial other shoe will be dropping soon. I’m a realist. Nothing in this life is without sacrifice.
What will ours be?
I don’t want to think too much about it. I just want to enjoy him while I can.
And right now, I want to feel him inside me more than I want to breathe.
“Where did you go?” He stops inside the parking structure, bringing our entwined hands to his lips, kissing my fingers lightly, his eyes burning with passion and mischief.
“Are you sure you have work tonight?” I say, the words heavy with intent.
Our gazes collide and his heady expression is my undoing. A small growl escapes his throat as he brings his forehead against mine, holding both my hands.
“God, Lil, I want you.”
“Then come home with me,” I plead, our lips almost touching.
I scan around us, noticing we are very much in public view. Tommy groans in frustration and yanks me along.
“Where are you parked?” he asks and I point in the overall direction.
“Good. I’m parked that way too.”
There’s urgency in his step, so I try to keep up. The garage is packed but there isn’t much pedestrian traffic. The occasional car slowly circles looking for a spot, leaving
I had every reason to be afraid. This means something .
It means loyalty, friendship, and eternal love. Everything we are to each other.
“You don’t have to wear it, Harper, so don’t—”
“I love it.” My voice is raspy, and my chest tight.
“You do?” Relief settles into him while his scowl and somber mood disappear. The enthusiasm I extinguished is back full-force. He’s beaming with happiness and love.
For me.
Fucking minions and their machinations. They almost won today.
I pull the necklace out of the box, trying to unclasp the lock. Tommy jumps up from his chair and rushes to my side, lifting the necklace from my struggling fingers.
“Here, let me put in on for you.”
I can’t contain my smile as I move my long hair aside.
He loops it around my neck, the scent of clean, virile male along with his unmistakable cologne washing over me. My eyes close on instinct, his essence so near, imprinting on my soul, enveloping me, cocooning me, making me feel safe and loved. Nothing else matters. Not my psychosis, hallucinations, or whatever else is going on in my life.
For me, it’s just him. I don’t want or need anything else.
Once the lock is clasped, he trails the back of his hand over the curve of my neck, his breath tickling my nape. His lips land softly on my skin, inciting goose-bumps to erupt all over my body. My core instantly pulses, and my nipples harden.
He’s the air I breathe; it’s his heartbeat inside my chest that keeps me alive.
He clears his throat and returns back to his seat in time for the waitress to reappear. One look at our expressions and her smile falters. She hands the check to Tommy, but I know better. She’s embarrassed. Chances are her number is behind the check, and she just witnessed our very intimate moment.
This is what I need to focus on. The unspoken aura that is only ours, no matter where we are or what is going on around us. Ever since we met, no one understood me better, saw the real me better than Tommy.
We hold each other’s hearts. And I need to believe in that now more than ever.
قلب
Tommy takes my hand and I shyly allow it. Knowing how I feel about PDAs doesn’t stop him from softly caressing my knuckles with his thumb, while we cross the street and head into the garage.
I look up at his profile, mesmerized by him. How did I get so lucky? Memory of that conversation during our final stakeout together stirs. How we picked the same MOS in the Army and ended up in the same unit, platoon, and squad. About the odds of us meeting at all.
He’s always been part of my world and the thought of losing him, or never having found him, terrifies me. And if my life’s track record is any indication, the proverbial other shoe will be dropping soon. I’m a realist. Nothing in this life is without sacrifice.
What will ours be?
I don’t want to think too much about it. I just want to enjoy him while I can.
And right now, I want to feel him inside me more than I want to breathe.
“Where did you go?” He stops inside the parking structure, bringing our entwined hands to his lips, kissing my fingers lightly, his eyes burning with passion and mischief.
“Are you sure you have work tonight?” I say, the words heavy with intent.
Our gazes collide and his heady expression is my undoing. A small growl escapes his throat as he brings his forehead against mine, holding both my hands.
“God, Lil, I want you.”
“Then come home with me,” I plead, our lips almost touching.
I scan around us, noticing we are very much in public view. Tommy groans in frustration and yanks me along.
“Where are you parked?” he asks and I point in the overall direction.
“Good. I’m parked that way too.”
There’s urgency in his step, so I try to keep up. The garage is packed but there isn’t much pedestrian traffic. The occasional car slowly circles looking for a spot, leaving
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