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“Join me,” she says, her words still a whisper, but having strength behind them.
“What?” I ask because no way did she just tell me to join her.
Sophia walks toward me, taking my hand in hers.
“Join me in the shower,” she says, interlacing our fingers together and squeezing tightly.
“Why?” I ask her, because that seems to be the only question that I can seem to form.
This beautiful woman smiles up at me, before closing all reminding distance between us, and leans up to press her lips against mine. Just like she did a few days ago.
“Because I love you too and I really don’t want to be away from you right now, not even to shower,” she admits, giving me another chaste kiss.
“You love me too?” I ask after a few seconds, bewildered at the fact that those four words just came out of her mouth.
A part of me knew that Sophia loved me, but it’s one thing to think it and it’s one thing to know it.
“More than I can ever express,” she says, the tears that were pooling at the corners of her eyes, making their way out again. This time, I reach out and let my thumbs wipe them away instead of my lips. “More than you will ever know. You’re not the only one that was scared of telling you and losing you. You weren’t the only one that left fear make decisions for you when it came to admitting how you felt. But if you are letting the words flow out, then so am I. I love you, Blake Jacobi. Always and always. Hockey or no hockey. I love you and I hoped for so long that you’d love me the same way.”
There’s no hesitation. This time, instead of her leaning up and placing a kiss against my lips, I’m the one doing it. I’m the one leaning down and claiming her lips as mine.
Just how I wanted to do it at her fifteen birthday, just how I wanted to do it during our first night together, during our second and so many times in between and after.
For so long, I wanted to claim this woman as mine and now I’m officially able to.
As our lips move together, I let my hands slide down her body, memorizing every single inch of her that I can.
I have our two nights engraved in my mind, but they aren’t enough. I have always needed more. More time with her. More of her. More everything, and I’m finally getting it.
We are both hungry for each other, and I want to mark her mine as fast as I can, but right now, I need to take my time with her.
Unwillingly, I pull away from her, pressing my forehead against hers. “Always and Always?” I ask her, her breathing mixing in with mine.
“Always and always,” she responds, a smile spreading across her face.
“I’ll join you in that shower then.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
BLAKE
When we walkinto the bathroom, I let go of Sophia’s hand and go start the shower.
Compared to the rest of the house, this bathroom is small, but we will make it work.
As soon as I have the water at a temperature that I want, overly hot shower, which is Sophia’s preference, I pull my shirt off my body before turning back to look at Sophia.
She has situated herself on the bathroom counter, her face looking pensive as ever, so I don’t hesitate to walk over to her and settling myself between her thighs.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, placing my hands against her legs and rubbing them up and down against the fabric of her pants.
Sophia lets out a sigh. “A lot of things,” she answers, her shoulders sagging a bit.
“What things?” I ask, not stopping the motion of my hands.
“How Elijah saw right through me,” she finally answers, looking up at me with sad eyes.
“Saw right through you?” I ask, trying hard to not let hearing the fucker’s name affect me. I still want to go back and rip him apart inch by inch.
