Page 119 of Leah

Every inch of him.

I stared into his eyes as he fucked me against the earth.

We weren’t chasing an orgasm.

This was more than that.

No, we were chasing ourselves, looking for one another in the dark, crossing the space we’d let grow between us.

We were searching for those kids. The ones that clung together, riding through every storm that had battered us black and blue.

“Carter,” I cried out, my tears spilling from my eyes as I sobbed against him. Because I saw him—I saw that boy inside him, and he was staring back at me, telling me he was ready, that he was waiting for me.

And I—

I was ready.

I wanted him.

Wantedthis.

Carter’s eyes were raw, his tears falling over my face as he slowed his movements down. His body rocked against me as he came undone, crying into my neck. I hugged him, gripping him tight, stroking his hair and back and telling him over and over again, “We’re here. We’re together. I’m not going away. I’m right here, Carter. I’ll never hurt you, okay? You’ll never be alone again.”

His body shook over me as he rode through his emotions, and I held him the entire time, consoling him with my touch, with my words, that I was here, and we were going to make it right this time.

This time when he took me, he was tender and slow. He pulled back to watch me come undone beneath him. He swallowed my moans, groaning deep in his chest as he came hard inside me, riding through his pleasure with a relieved look in his eye.

“Okay,” he whispered into my neck, his tone tender, loving. “Okay, Leah, let’s do this, my love.”

I smiled when he looked back at me, and there it was—his smile, beautiful and bright.

“Will you want me forever?” I asked.

“Forever,” he answered with a finality in his voice.

Then we laid like that, in the grass, under a beautiful sky, clinging together like the kids of our past.

Epilogue

Carter

Iwas going to do it.

I was going to perform the ultimate commitment. Or at least the promise of one anyway.

“Where are we going?”

I just shook my head as I drove further up the winding road. The house itself was on a hill, overlooking the valleys, giving perfect view of the mountains. It was paradise, and it wasn’t too far from her work, either.

And Leah was obsessed with work.

She worked for a dick, but she was happy. She loved making her own money, even though she didn’t have to work another day in her life if she chose to.

We’d been officially together eleven months, and not a day went by that we didn’t live it to the fullest. After the crash, the band took a much needed break from the spotlight. We didn’t want to rush another album. We had made our money, had fans willing and ready to wait for us.

There was no rush.

Leah and me found our footing in that cottage, and I was looking forward to another winter holiday there.

---