Page 61 of You've Got The Love
And I swear I see my whole damn future in her eyes.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She bites her bottom lip, tears welling but not falling. “You make me feel safe.”
Fuck. That breaks something in me.
I kiss her again—deep, claiming—and rock into her harder, our rhythm building. Her legs tighten around me, heelsdigging into the backs of my thighs, urging me closer. Deeper.
Her mouth opens on a moan, and I swallow it, hips snapping just a little faster now. Her body arches beneath mine, meeting every thrust like she’s not afraid to fall apart anymore.
And when she starts to tremble, hands fisting the sheets, I grab them—both of them—and pin them gently but firmly beside her head, fingers laced through hers. She gasps, her body arching beneath mine, every nerve lit and straining.
I press my mouth to her ear, breath hot. “Let go,liefje. Come for me.”
She breaks with a cry—soft, desperate, beautiful—and I follow right after, groaning her name like a man finally let off a leash. I empty into her with a shudder, holding her hands tight, like the world might split open if I let go.
We stay tangled there, chest-to-chest, breath-to-breath.
The room is quiet but full—like something just shifted between us. Like something sacred.
She runs her fingers over my shoulder blades, gently, and I feel her smile against my neck.
“I didn’t think it could feel like that,” she whispers. “That it could be… good.”
I pull back just enough to see her face, still flushed and a little dazed. “What do you mean?”
Her eyes search mine, then drop for a second like she’s ashamed to say it. “I had no idea it could feel like that. Likenothing I ever imagined, like it rewired something inside me.”
She pauses, breath shaky. “The first time I had sex… it was nothing like this. It was quick. Awkward. I didn’t feel anything. I remember lying there thinking—is this it? Is this what everyone talks about?” Her throat bobs. “And after that, I just… stopped trying. I thought maybe I wasn’t made for this kind of thing.”
I feel her words like a punch to the chest. Like someone should’ve held her better, and treated her like she deserved.
“Amber,” I murmur, brushing my thumb along her cheek. “No one’s ever made you feel wanted?”
She shakes her head slowly. “Not like you. Not like this.”
I kiss her softly, then harder, needing her to feel it in every inch of her body.
“You are wanted,” I whisper against her lips. “You’reeverything.”
We don’t leave the boat. Not that day. Not the next.
We drink tea. We nap. We talk. We make love and fuck like it’s the only thing keeping us sane.
And maybe it is.
For now, the danger feels distant. The world outside can wait. Because in this little floating cocoon of stolen peace, I’ve found something I never thought I’d have again.
And I’m not letting go.
Chapter 33
Amber
The peaceful bubble we’d found on the houseboat in Copenhagen feels like it’s getting stronger, like it wouldn’t just take a breath of wind to burst anymore. It’s the kind of calm that settles in your bones—slow and warm, deceptively still. But under the surface, the tension coils like a live wire, waiting for a spark.
Bas and I sit close in the cramped cabin, knees brushing under the little table that doubles as a desk and a dining spot. The air is thick with the woody tang of smoke from the tiny stove, and the faint scent of coffee clings to everything. My fingers trace lazy patterns into the grain of the wooden wall beside me, but it’s just a way to distract myself, to calm the whirlwind inside.
