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Tears rolled down my cheeks. “I’ll always be there for you. You’re my forever, always.”
One more thrust inside me, and I could feel him on the cusp. I gripped the headboard tighter, slamming down onto him a few more times as my orgasm rolled in at the same time as his. I collapsed onto him, grasping his shoulders. The release of emotions exploded everywhere. I fell onto him, and he grabbed me, pulling me onto the bed.
“We need to get you cleaned up,” he whispered so softly I barely heard it.
“Too tired,” I mumbled.
He chuckled and shuffled off the bed, but my eyes wouldn’t open. I was utterly defeated—emotionally and physically.
“Open. Let me clean you up.” A cool towel brushed the inside of my thighs, and I spread my knees.
“I feel like I did back when I was in the hospital.” I tried to joke.
“Look at what a beautiful life you’ve created since that day.”
I sighed, too tired to even speak as I let him clean me up. When he was done, he tucked in next to me, pulling me tight to his chest.
When I was nuzzled up to him, I whispered, “It is pretty beautiful, isn’t it?”
At my confession, I knew everything was going to change tomorrow.
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We didn’t get to bed until three in the morning. I texted Ledger to let him know we were sleeping in a little, and no response was a good enough response for me. He’d be fine with it, and if he wasn’t, I’d get his text in the morning. We were only going to be an hour later than what I told him.
What I didn’t expect was for my phone to start blowing up at seven a.m. Shortly after, Anastasia’s phone rang, too.
Both of us wrestled about, trying to get our bearings. It was as though I was hungover. I’d only taken what would be considered a nap and hadn’t fully let my body rest. I was exhausted.
“What the fuck?” Anastasia exclaimed as she got out of bed.
Panic emanated from her. There was only one reason someone would be calling both of us this early, which snapped me back to reality.
“Damien,” she shouted as she grabbed her phone off the table, but she’d missed the call.
Seconds later, my phone rang. “I’ve got it,” I said, and she stood there waiting for me to answer. “It’s Ledger,” I whispered. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I answered the call and put it on speakerphone.
“Damien is fine,” Ledger started. Anastasia sighed in relief. “But I think you need to come to the house.”
Something was wrong. I may not have known Ledger as long as Dirks, but we were good friends, and I knew the way my captain talked. He was trying to stay calm.
But I didn’t want to alert Anastasia, who had sunk back onto the bed, the content look that was back on her face.
“Tell Damien we’ll be there soon. We’ll skip breakfast and head there now,” Anastasia replied to Ledger.
“Hmmm,” Ledger said, and then we heard footsteps.
Anastasia straightened again, finally sensing the same thing I was.
“I think you guys should get here immediately.”
“What’s going on?” I demanded.
I was already out of bed and grabbing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Anastasia was throwing clothes in a bag and grabbing our phone chargers. It was all happening in a matter of seconds.
“Someone’s at the door. I’m not answering it, but he’s pounding the door, screaming for his son.”
