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He kissed her right over her heart and then her lips.
“Are you sore?”
She shook her head, “Not as bad as I thought I would be.”
He kissed her again and made love to her all over again.
ChapterEight
Honor
The way that Gage had looked at her when he had been on his knees and listening to her heartbeat was everything.
She would never forget it as long as she lived.
He was so wonderful to her. And she loved him more than words could describe.
She got out of bed after lifting Gage’s heavy arm off her and went to his bathroom.
She looked in the mirror and smiled at her reflection, her hair was a mess and her lips were still a little swollen.
Her neck had small marks on it from Gage’s mouth after he had sucked lightly there.
She touched one softly and she swore she looked different.
She could feel more alive. And she touched her scar reverently and looked up at the ceiling.
Keeping her voice low, she said, “Thank you, Renee. For your gift. I know you were too young to die and I hate that part. You gave me more than my life, you gave me Gage. And I will be grateful for you and your sacrifice for the rest of my life. I promise to love him always. I already do. He is my world now. And I will make sure he always knows it.”
She shut her eyes and when she opened them she knew she needed to get back to help Truth at the store.
She turned on the shower and knew Gage wouldn’t mind if she used it.
She let the water warm for a second and then stepped under the spray and sighed as the heat covered her.
She shut her eyes and put her forehead against the wall, letting the spray hit her back.
She couldn’t believe that she had let Gage almost slip through her fingers. He was hers.
And she knew that. She knew he was hers. Her body knew he was hers and had from the start.
And she vowed to never let her insecurities get the best of her.
She went to stand up straight and opened her eyes when she felt huge hands cover her hips and she smiled when Gage’s voice said, “This is a sight I could see every fucking morning for the rest of my life.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, and his eyes were full of heat and promise and his hair was falling into his eyes.
She turned in his arms and brushed his hair back and ran her fingertips down his face.
He shut his eyes as if he was savoring her touch and she smiled, “You haven’t been touched much have you?”
He shook his head, “Since Renee died, I wouldn’t allow it. Touch has always been weird for me, and I have struggled with it, but when she died, I didn’t even allow my mom to hug me. Not after the first week. The only touch I have allowed was violent. I fight in the underground fight rings and welcome it. I needed the violence to calm my anger. I thought it was all I would know for the rest of my life. But when you touched me that first night, I didn’t pull away. And my skin didn’t crawl. I didn’t understand it. But it was because I was only yours. I crave your hands on me. And it’s still shocking to me. But it’s you. You are mine.”
She stood on tiptoe, “Just as you are mine.”
He took her lips in a kiss and lifted her up in his arms since he was so much taller than she was.
She moaned when the cold tile touched her back and Gage put one of his hands behind her so she didn’t touch it.
