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“I will wake up tomorrow and have you in my arms without a single ounce of regret rolling through me. The only thing that I will want and get to do, is get lost in you over and over again.” His lips meet mine and I can’t help but melt against him, get lost in the feeling of his mouth moving along with mine.
“Okay, okay,” I say pulling away from him, because if I don’t, we will never make it out of this apartment. “Let’s go. And if you play your cards right, you will definitely get lucky afterwards,” I say throwing him a wink, and detangling myself from him.
“Baby, with you being at the goal line, I will always play my cards right.”
I really roll my eyes at him this time. “Do use hockey puns on all the girls, Jacobi? Or am I just special?”
“Oh you’re definitely special. There’s no doubt about that.”
He grabs my waist as I walk to the front door and spins me around until I’m facing him, and our bodies are pressed against each other.
“Hi,” he says, his words ghost along my lips.
“Hi,” I say back, my arms going around his neck.
“You look really pretty tonight,” he says, leaning forward so that his nose touches mine.
“You don’t look bad yourself.” I smile, my lips moving against his almost in a feather-like motion.
“I have a girlfriend to impress, so I had to pull out all the stops.” My eyes move down just a bit to see a smirk forming on his face.
“I’m sure she greatly appreciates it,” I say, brining my body even closer to him.
“I hope so too, what to know why?” he asks as he twist his hand in my hair as it cascades down my back, his voice low and deep, making me wish I could slide his hand down between us and relief some pressure.
“Why?”
“Because I love her with all that I am, and I hope that she feels the same way.”
I stop breathing. I stop moving. I stop doing everything and solely concentrate on this man and everything that he is. “I do. I do love you with all that I am and that is never going to change.”
We stand there, forehead against forehead, for a good minute, just taking each other in. Eventually Blake lets out a sigh and places a kiss against my forehead before pulling away.
“Time to take my girl on a date,” he says, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers together.
All I can do is smile as he walks us out of the apartment that we share.
As we make our way out of the building, I can’t help but to let the butterflies in my stomach soar.
For so long, this is what I’ve wanted. I wanted to be brave enough to tell Blake how I felt about him and hoped that if and when I did tell him, it wouldn’t ruin our friendship, and that I wouldn’t lose him forever.
As much as I hate Elijah and everything that he put me through, I’m grateful that he gave me this. If it wasn’t for what he put me through, I might have never found the courage to leave him and finally tell Blake how much my heart beats for him. If it wasn’t for Elijah, Blake and I wouldn’t be here right now.
I like to think that I would have told him eventually, that I would have confessed and be where we are now, but life changes all the time and maybe that eventually might have never happened.
My friendship with Blake has been a rollercoaster ride, one that I’m sure other people would have gotten off of the first chance that they got.
But not me.
Because he is everything that I need.
My protector.
My best friend.
My whole damn heart.
Blake Jacobi is my everything and no matter the twists and turns that are waiting for us in the future, I will never give him up. I will hold his hand as tightly as possible and hope that fear never gets in the way of us being together ever again.
