“I’m in love with you, Sorrow. I loved you as a boy, and I love you as a man. The truth is, I don’t know how not to love you, and lord knows I’ve tried over the years. You’re in my bones, Sorrow. My heart, my soul, every breath in my body is all yours. Take them all because I don’t want them if I can’t have you. I’m the man I am today because you are the woman you are. And I’m standing here in front of you, knowing it’s not enough. You deserve someone who’s twice the man I’ll ever be, but I’m selfishenough to keep you anyway. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you don’t regret me.”
“How could I ever regret you?”
I don’t answer that. If I get my way, it’s not something she’ll ever have to worry about. Instead, I circle back to the first thing she asked.
“I want you because you’re sweet, and you’re kind. You’re sexy as fucking sin, and when you walk into a room, it’s like getting hit with sunshine. I love your smile, the way you snort when you laugh, and the fact that you’re the only person on the planet who doesn’t have a favorite side of the bed. I love you despite the fact that you eat pineapple on your pizza like a heathen and think coffee has magical healing properties. But most of all, I love that your heart is big enough and deep enough to love me right back, despite what we did to you—what I did to you.”
I pull over and park the car, but I don’t get out. Instead, I turn off the engine, unfasten my belt so I can lean over, and slide my hand into her hair, tugging her closer.
“I want to marry you. I want to have babies with you. I want to build a life with you, and when it’s time for us to leave this world, I want to do it hand in hand, together like we’ll do anything else.”
“Together,” she whispers against my lips, smiling even though tears stream down her face.
“Yeah, baby, together.”
I kiss her like we have nowhere else on the planet to be. I couldn’t give a fuck if an asteroid hits Tempest. Nothing in the world could tear me away from her.
“I love you and I’m sorry that all came across as some needy bullshit, but I just had to know,” she tells me when she pulls back.
“I get it. I’m not mad. Not even a little.”
“Good, because I didn’t want to have to admit that the main reason I’m with you is that you have a huge dick,” she deadpans.
I crack up with laughter, burying my face against her shoulder. “I knew it. My feelings should be hurt.”
“But they’re not.”
“Hard to feel hurt when your girlfriend tells you she loves your big dick.”
Now it’s her turn to laugh. She covers her mouth with her hands when she snorts before glaring at me.
“I’m glad your poor feelings weren’t hurt. Not sure I can say the same for my cervix.”
“You want me to fuck you in the front seat for all our friends to see? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you keep talking about my dick.”
She blushes, but she doesn’t say no. Hell, the flush of her cheeks makes me wonder if she has an untapped voyeurism kink. And now my dick is hard enough to punch through steel.
“You’re killing me,” I groan, moving in for another kiss, my hand sliding up the inside of her thigh.
The sound of a fist thumping on the window behind me makes me sigh. Sorrow looks over my shoulder and grins.
“It’s Katy, isn’t it?”
“How did you know?”
“The cockblock queen strikes again. I swear, one day I’ll get my revenge.”
“Oh, you’re gonna cockblock her back when she’s getting hot and heavy with her future man?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I groan as I undo Sorrow’s belt. “Katy’s going to remain a virgin forever.”
I open the door and climb out, closing it again on the sound of Sorrow’s laughter.
“Do I even want to know what she’s laughing about?” Katy questions.
“Probably not.”
“Figures.”
