“No. I’m territorial. I don’t like knowing there were other women before me. I don’t want any of them near you,” she says heatedly.
Her words nearly cause me to explode. I continue fingering her—harder—and rubbing her clit—faster. “Don’t worry. I’ll get ‘Property of Mabel’ tatted on my skin. That’ll scare them away.”
“Yes,” she hisses, holding my wrist as she rides my fingers. “S-Somewhere very visible, Liam.”
“I’ll do my forehead.”
She laughs mid-moan. “Perfect. So all the girls can know you’remine.”
You’remine. You’re mine. You’re mine.
There’s no more talking after that declaration.
The moment is now fueled by short, hungry kisses, desperate hands, and dirty words whispered into each other’s mouths. The windows are fogged and the smell of lust swirls in the air. I’m playing Mabel like an instrument and she’s getting off on every second of it. I pinch her clit and hit her spot with my fingers at the same time.
Over and over again.
Mabel’s tightening face as she lets go will forever be embedded in my mind. Head thrown back, lips parted, eyes glazed, my girl gushes all over my hand with her release.
“Liam!” she chokes out my name as she trembles.
When my fingers withdraw from her clamping heat, she shivers at the loss of me. I lick every bit of her wetness from my fingers. “Mm. You’re so pretty when you come, baby.”
Mabel watches me with a sated expression, caressing my face.
Then she lays her head on my shoulder and hugs me with all her might. I realize physical touch is her love language, and I wrap my arms around her tight, making her feel warm and secure.
“How do you feel?” I ask, kissing her temple.
“Like I’ve finally come home after years of wandering.” Mabel raises her head, gazing into my eyes. “Like everything in my universe feels right once more.”
An uncomfortable tightness lodges into my throat. “Bel…”
She kisses my lips feather-soft. “Yes?”
“I’m tired of hiding behind my walls and denying myself the things I want. I couldn’t say it before, but I’m saying it now: I want you by my side. Always. As my best friend. As my girl. And one day, as more,” I confess softly. “You’re mine too, sweetheart. You have been since the first letter. So please, Bel. Say yes and tell me you’ll be with me.”
Mabel’s face morphs with utter happiness and my dream girl finally says, “Yes, Liam. I’ll be with you.”
I’ll be with you.
It’s official.
She’s mine.
Now everything in my universe is right too.
Mabel
Liam and I are official.
Today marks the fourth week since he asked me to be with him and I said yes.
Four weeks of romantic dates around the city, sweet kisses, comforting hugs, and free-flowing laughter. In the span of such a short time, I’ve already created so many core memories with my person that I know will last me a lifetime.
I love hanging out in the back seat of his car while I’m wrapped up in his strong arms as he tells me about his career ambitions and life goals. Liam is an open book now. He doesn’t hold back anymore and I’m proud of the trusting relationship we’ve been able to build slowly, brick by brick, over two years.
The letters we wrote the first year sparked our love. The texts we sent the second year fueled our longing. Despite talking all the time, we couldn’t communicate the depth of what we felt for one another. Now I know we just needed to see each other in person and deal with our feelings like mature individuals.
