Page 6 of Forever

Neither of us utters a word as I stop in front of her.

I cup her cheeks as I lower my head toward her. Bel stands on the tips of her toes, something she likes to do when I kiss her, and her hands grip my forearms.

The kiss we share is agonizingly slow. When my lips touch hers, I hear her whimper, and my heart hurts with all the love I feel for her.

How can something so small be so big? How can one tiny heart contain all the love I feel for this woman? It seems impossible and yet, somehow, it’s possible. I’m living, breathing, walking proof of it.

Our lips slide together. Anabel trembles beneath me, and when my thumbs caress the soft skin of her cheek, I can feel their wetness.

My fingers run through the silky strands of her hair and she tilts her head to the side, opening her mouth. Without further delay, my tongue slides inside her silky, wet mouth.

I moan at the feel of her.

It’s perfect.

It’s right.

It feels like home.

That’s what Anabel is for me.

Home.

We break our kiss but don’t move away. I touch my forehead to hers and slowly open my eyes.

She takes a second longer which gives me the chance to look at her dark lashes flutter and slowly lift revealing dark-blue gems hiding beneath.

Dark circles are underneath her eyes, they are reddish and puffy, but they look at me with so much love it’s hard to breathe.

A shy smile spreads over her lips.

“Congrats on the win, babe! I’m so proud of you.” Her voice is a hushed whisper, and I have to kiss her again.

A quick and hard peck on the lips turns into a long, deep, almost desperate kiss.

“Thanks, but …” I shake my head to clear my mind. “How did you get here?”

Even though she’s in front of me, even though I have her in my arms and feel her heat, I can’t believe it’s real. I’m afraid I’ll wake up without her and realize it’s all been a dream.

She rolls her eyes. “You usually take a plane.”

“It’s good to know you didn’t lose all that sass somewhere over the Atlantic,” I tease her, chuckling softly. My arms wrap around her slender frame and pull her into my body.

On a normal day, I tower over her, almost an entire foot, but now in my full gear she seems even tinier and more delicate. Just like the Tinkerbell I always compare her to.

My Tinkerbell.

My ray of sunshine and glitter.

My forever.

Bel wraps her legs around my middle and leans her cheek against my shoulder. I kiss the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent.

“I’ve missed you so bad, baby,” I whisper roughly.

Until now, I didn’t realize how hard these last few weeks were on me. How much I missed her. This is our moment, and I don’t want anything or anyone to ruin it.

For me, nobody else exists.

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