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Maddox’s shoulders “How did that lie feel on your tongue? Because things between us haven’t been fake for a while. I know that and I think you do too. Hell, every single time I think about you and the word fake in the same sentence I want to punch something. So yes, what your dad thinks does fucking matter. It matters, because I care about you, because I want to fucking be with you. But I guess the question is, do you feel the same way?”

Never, I mean never did I think that it would be Maddox that would be the one to say that he wanted to be with me. I thought I was going to be the one to say those words first and that he would just push me away. Yet here he is, vulnerable, saying all the right words and making me want him even more.

I have so many things I want to tell him. I want to tell him that yes, I feel the same way. That yes I was when I said things between us were fake. That yes, I want him and everything that he has to offer.

My dad may think that Maddox is undeserving of me but that’s not how I see it.

Maddox is everything I need and want and I’m going to take it.

Instead of using my words, I use actions to give Maddox his answer.

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Maddox

If I wasn’t watching her eyes, her facial expression, I would have thought that she was going to walk.

Was a part of me scared that it was going to happen? Yes, but the way her eyes spoke to me told me that I had nothing to be scared of.

My eyes stay on hers as she continues to stand there, not saying a word.

I can see it in her eyes what she wants to say, but she’s holding back.

I’m about to step forward and show her just what I mean by the words that I said, when she takes a step toward me.

One step.

Two.

Three steps to close the space between us and the second she is within arms reach of me, her arms go around my shoulders.

I expect her to say something but instead, she grabs me by my hair and brings me down to her face, causing our lips to slam together.

It took me by surprise but I quickly recover, letting my hands move down her body to bring her closer to mine.

My mouth, my tongue, my hands, all of me can’t get enough of her.

Our mouths glide together fighting for more. Our tongue dance together trying to get every last taste.

We’ve kissed, but we’ve never kissed like this.

Our kisses before this were out of want, this kiss is out of desperation, out of need.

I need this woman in every way she is willing to give.

“Fuck being fake.” Jen mutters against my mouth, pulling away and letting her lips travel down my neck.

I can feel her almost everywhere and yet it isn’t enough.

Lifting her up by the waist, I bring her face to face to me. I needed to see her face when I say the words.

“If we say fuck it to being fake, this thing between us will be one hundred percent real. I won’t let you go. You will be mine for real and the word ‘fake’ will not exist in my vocabulary. So tell me right now, do you want this?”

Her eyes bore into mine like they have never done before. I’m able to see every single emotion running through them.

Fear.

Anxiety.

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