Page 111 of Easy Steal

After it was clean, he stood, throwing the towel across the room.

“Okay?” he snapped, “is that alright?”

“I-”

“I knew that I had to make you mine from the minute I laid eyes on you.” He huffed, pointing towards his temple, “even if it took a while for my brain to catch up with what I knew was true.”

I shook my head and looked to the ground.

“Y-you overwhelm me,” he continued with a sigh. “Your laugh makesmelaugh. When I am with you, I feel like I’m with my best friend. And from what I’ve been told lately, that’s what love is supposed to feel like. It’s not a natural thing for me, alright? But as soon as I heard that, you are the one who I thought of. You don’t care that I’m grumpy, or-or quiet, or that I like shitty old cars.”

“Don’t talk about Jolene like that,” I said under my breath.

His shoulders dropped and his eyes narrowed, and he wrapped a hand around my waist again, pulling me close.

“It’s you, Liv. I mean it.”

I shook my head, looking down to my shoes.

Sam tucked a finger underneath my chin, propping my head up to look at him.

“I mean it,” he repeated.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

“Bout time you figured it out,” I smirked up at him.

He rolled his eyes and ducked to meet me, pressing his lips against mine.

I let myself melt against him, pressing myself against his broad chest as we kissed. His fingers wandered upwards, tangling themselves into my hair and pulling me closer against him.

Without breaking our kiss, he swept me off my feet, picking me up and placing me back down on the kitchen counter. He used his big hands to part my legs so he could fit between them, and then let them trail upwards towards my hips. His fingers dug deep into my bare skin, holding me so tightly that I felt like I could break.

As if he read my mind, he softened his grip, trailing his rough hands gently up and down my back.

Contrast.

He was a walking contradiction - and it was my favourite thing about him.

His hands made their way back into my hair, pulling gently to tilt my head back and exposing my neck.

“It’s you, Liv,” he whispered against my throat, “I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out.”

“Shh,” I hushed him, tilting his chin upwards so I could press my mouth against his.

I worked at the buckle of his jeans, needing to feel him. Needing to experience him, knowing now that he was all mine.

He broke away for only a moment to help me with my fumbling, before he attacked my own pants, ripping them off and throwing them to the floor.

I knew that he cared about me.

I knew it.

Me and him was something more natural than breathing. From the moment we met, being together was the easiest part of the situation we were in. We fit together like two pieces of a fucked up puzzle.

We were different in so many ways, but so much the same that the differences were nothing.

For the past few weeks I had been in denial in order to protect myself, but now, I could finally let myself admit what I knew to be true.

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