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Then again, maybe I’m just too close now to see the flaws as they all blend together into one perfectsweetmess. Like I said before, I’ll take him. Any way I can get him. It’s finally something I’ve fully embraced as I snuggle further into his side.

But still, a small part of me, a very small part of me, coils in retreat because of my past, who I’ve been with. How I’ve been treated. And I know he feels it without having to even say one word. Mr. Know-It-All, remember?

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he whispers a moment later, pulling me closer to his side, and it’s only then that I realize I’ve torn away more.

From him. From us. Suddenly, the pain of my push and pull when it comes to us hurts more than the pain in my past. I prop myself up on my elbow and stare in his eyes waiting for one of us to speak.

“I meant what I said, Grace, and it wasn’t just some line to get your peach in bed,” I laugh, he smiles, but then his face turns serious. “I will never, ever, hurt you. Not like that. Not like them. I’m done fighting the contract, the denial between us, but I will never stop fighting for you, ever, Peaches. You’ve got to believe that.”

“It do, it’s just…”

“Hurts?” he asks, making me speechless because he knows without me even having to say it. “Shit, Grace, you’re looking at it all wrong. Your heartbreak saved you. It was never supposed to work, with Tommy, with my ex-Kimberly. Your Dad’s an asshole, kind of like my old man, we can’t help that. But I can protect your heart, cherish it, fight for it, like you’ve fought for mine. You’re not alone now, Grace. Not when it comes to your dad. But your ex, my ex. Yeah, it might hurt. But it saved you - for us! It was never supposed to work, Peaches. All that bullshit, it brought us together. It brought you to me. To oursweetspot. Let it go and drown in what’s sweet between us. It has no business here.”

I smile at him, my heart warming, but still, “How are we ever going to make it work?” I can’t help but ask and see a slight fear flash in his eyes. “All we have do is have sex, laugh, and tease…”

“Yeah! And ain’t it fuckingsweet!” He laughs as he cuts me off. “Grace, I hope you know I think of you every second of every day, you don’t just cross my mind, you live in it, Sweetheart. Besides, what more could you want out of love than that! I want your peach, and you want my cock. And the way I can make you laugh teases me to the point of no control and…” “But…”

“No ‘buts’ Grace. We found it. What other people crave. Yeah, life won’t be perfect, but as long as you’re smiling, and I’m the reason why, even if it is after I inevitably screw up from time to time making me have to tease your beautiful body into having the best sex of our lives, what more could you ever want? Me, I’m one-hundred percent down to drown in that - always!”

I look in his eyes and smile.

Me too, Romeo. Me too.

“That’s how our love is, huh?” I question, making his smile grow at the mention of the word love. “It’s sweet, like a peach.”

“Life might not always be, but I’ve got the sweetest thing in it, and I don’t plan on letting go, so you better get used to it, Peaches.”

I fall back against his chest and look down, caught up in thought. He’s right, our love is sweet as a peach. Life may have thrown us some sour before we crossed paths, but it sure gave us something sweet to hold to when we both weren’t looking. A beautiful distraction I’ll never let go of for the rest of my life.

“See something you like, Peaches,” he teases at my side. I only then notice as I’m still caught up in thought that my gaze, once again, hasn't left his hard length and blush a little as I turn my face into his side to hide my smile.

“Like,” I sass after a moment, as I raise up and quickly straddle his hips, forcing my swollen lips against his erection as I slowly grind down and rock my hips back and forward. He hisses out as he watches me with lust in his eyes and I smile. “I don’t know, feel something you like,Brettly?”

“Fuck me, you have no idea,” he whispers, as he raises up to sitting and his lips capture my own.

I think I love this most about us.

Our playful banter.

Our carefree,sweetlove.

The teasing way we show each other how much we love one another. He never fails to make me smile, even when he pisses me off, and that’s what I’ll always crave. Thesweetway he loves me, and I undeniably love him back.

I think I finally get it, what Brett said the first day we met.

Priceless.

We’re priceless, and that’s something we’ll both never get enough of. Ever.

He kisses me tenderly, lovingly, and I fall into him deeper than ever before, dependent on the way he makes me feel and never wanting to give us up for as long as I live.

Our kiss breaks after a moment and I rest my head against his. “Do you think you can really walk away?” I blurt out, not being able to stop myself and making him tense as I look up to catch his eyes.

“From you, never!”

“No,” I giggle, only noticing now how my question could have been misinterpreted. “From Beckett Enterprises. From your life’s hard work. I know what you’re held to, with the contract and all, but isn’t there some way? There has to besomeway.”

His eyes regard me tenderly as he smiles and presses our faces closer together. “If there was some way, Grace, I already would have found it. But as luck would have it…”

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