Page 58 of Text Me Baby One More Time

He leans down, caging me in with his arms on either side of my head, holding his weight off me.

Thethump thump thumpof my heart is so loud it can probably be heard from miles away.

“W-What?” I whisper.

He pushes himself down farther, his nose connecting with the exposed base of my throat.

I bite down on my lip at the contact, doing everything I can to stifle the moan trying so desperately to leave my mouth.

Slowly, in the most painful manner you can imagine, he runs his nose up the column of my neck, not stopping until he’s right under my ear.

There, he places the gentlest of kisses.

“Good night, Bucky,” he murmurs in my ear.

Then he’s gone, leaving me with a mess of pent-up frustration and a new realization.

No matter how much I know I should, there is no way I’m going to be able to walk away from him.

Twelve

Six years ago, November

Denver:Look, I’m just going to say it, okay?

Shepard:Um…okay?

Denver:What is your goddamn deal with me?

Shepard:What do you mean?

Denver:Don’t give me that bullshit, Shep. Things have been off for weeks—since Halloween, actually.

Denver:Did I do something wrong?

Denver:I want to know because I want to fix this.

Shepard:You didn’t do anything wrong, Denver.

Denver:You sure about that? Because you’re making me feel like I did.

Shepard:You didn’t. I did.

Denver:Oh goody. Riddles. I love those.

Denver:So we are clear…^SARCASM.

Shepard:Golly, glad you cleared that up, smartass.

Denver:Just stop playing games. I’m not into those.

Shepard:I’m not trying to.

Denver:You have one more chance to answer me or I’m finally going to block your ass.

Shepard:FINE.

Shepard:I… FUCK.

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