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I scoop her up and carry her over to my bed, laying her down and crawling over top of her.

“Just...” I kiss her lips. “Like...” I kiss her cheek. “This.” I kiss her neck and continue south until she knows how grateful I am.

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The moonlight is peeking in through the curtains that cover my bedroom window, casting blades of visibility across Faith’s body. She is on her stomach beside me, and the sheet over us gracefully and perfectly lies at the small of her back. Her gorgeous face is toward me, completely relaxed in her sleepy state, and her hair is fanned out over the pillow.

I roll toward her and push a stray hair off her face.

I’ve never felt this pull, this connection, to someone before. I honestly never thought it existed. It’s not love. I don’t think I’m in love with her. I couldn’t love anyone. Love is a construct that is engrained into our brains when we are young with fairy tales and movies.

What I feel for Faith is deep and raw. Emotional and scary. I never expected to go down this path when she opened her door that day. In fact, the last thing I wanted when I got to Savannah was to get wrapped up in a woman who I would just have to ghost after I came home.

But I saw her face and I knew I was a goner. Then I heard her voice, spent time with her, heard her story...and I knew then and there; I would conquer the world for her.

I would do anything I could to make her smile and to make her happy.

Holy fucking shit.

Like a ton of bricks on my chest, a realization hits me.

I am in love with her.

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