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“It’s okay. I understand. You have your life there, and I am so far away. This was fun, but…”

He cuts me off and spins me around to look into his eyes. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

“What?” I swallow the knot forming in my throat.

“Don’t say what you were about to. Don’t lessen or cheapen this or us. I won’t let you because this wasn’t less than or cheap to me, Faith, and this was more than a solid fuck on vacation.”

I rest my forehead on his chest. I’ll never tire of how strong and powerful it feels.

“All I know is I’ve more than enjoyed getting to spend all of this time with you, and I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.”

“So don’t,” he says, matter-of-factly.

My brows wrinkle in confusion and I look up at him. “What?”

“Don’t say goodbye. We are adults. We can choose what we want to do, right?”

“Yeah, yes…I suppose. I still don’t understand.”

“Come on the road with me. For my last three fights. I’m not ready to say goodbye either, Faith, and I want you to come with me. I know it’s crazy, I know it’s irresponsible, and nuts, but I want this. Come with me.” He is cupping my face in his hands so I can’t look away.

“I…I can’t do that. I have a job, responsibilities, I can’t just leave for…however long I’d be gone for.”

“My last three fights spread over a month and a half. And you said yourself; you have nearly six months worth of time off saved up at work. Take it. You’ve earned it.”

Why is it I know I should decline? I know I should tell him thanks but no thanks. I have a job, a home, things to do, so I can’t just drop everything for an extended vacation.

But I look into those beautiful brown eyes of his, and the word yes is tickling my tongue.

The idea of going with him, of being in his environment, of watching him do what he does, of spending even more time with him, more kissing, more touching, more laughing, more sex, just…more, makes me glow from the inside out.

You need a vacation, Faith.

I can hear Case’s words echoing in my brain.

You need to get out more, sweetie.

My mom’s voice is next up.

“Come with me,” he says again.

There are so many reasons why I should say no, but as I take in his eyes, his smile, and the feeling of his hands on me, I’m suddenly forgetting each and every one of them.

Rose always tells me to just jump, to trust the universe to catch me, and that I need to embrace a little crazy as long as it means I’m living.

I release a breath, smile just a little…and dive, arms outstretched, trusting the feeling deep in my chest that is telling me to live.

“Okay.”

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