Her eyes flutter as tears streak down her cheeks.
“Do you really love me?” she whispers again, sounding desperate.
“Aye,” I say, meeting her eyes. “I love you. Really, truly, honestly. With all my heart.”
“Even if I never take another pill?”
“I don’t want you to swallow another anti-psychotic pillever. I swear. I will deal with every spiral. Every episode. Fallon. I love you. I love the person you are without all that shite. With your bloody rolling whiteboard calendar, your glitter, your plants, everything.”
“Please…” she squeaks.
“What, love?” I reach for her.
“Don’t ever go behind my back again,” she says, sniffling.
“Never.”
Relief crashes through me so hard my chest aches. I stand and pull her into my arms, holding her like I’ll never let go. I kiss her, soft and desperate, and she kisses me back like she’s breathing again for the first time.
We both are.
I cup her damp cheeks, pressing my forehead to hers. “Why don’t you let me do this properly. Fallon, will you be my girlfriend? For real?”
Forever…
Griffin may get his demands met after all. Fallon looks like she’s turning that over, weighing it.
“Really real?” she says, her breath faltering.
“Aye, love. Real. As real as the love we make. As real as how I hold you and ache for you to come around my cock.”
Nodding, she buries her face in my chest. “Yes,” her voice breaks. “I’ll be your real girlfriend.”
I let out a shuddering sigh and kiss her hair.
Despite the pain in my head, I strip out of the clothes I fell asleep in. It takes me less than three seconds to shuck the shirt over my head and unbuckle my pants.
“Now that you’re my girlfriend, I’m going to fuck you like a whore.”
Fallon peels her nightgown over her head, and I drag her down on top of me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her legs so she is straddling me. I like that her body is solid and that she can handle me.
“Rhys,” she hisses, her hands working the sheets away so her wet center lines up with the tip of my cock.
With that little connection, my head falls back. “Fuck,” I mutter.
“We have to get you a swear jar.” She rocks, her soaked cunt rubbing against me.
“I’ll give you my credit card.” I’d promise anything at this moment.
I turn Fallon onto her back and push inside her, taking her like a madman. I’m not even using protection. I don’t care.
Fuck, she feels so good. Skin warm and wet, wrapped around my dick.
“Rhys,” she moans, “you’ve made me so happy.”
“I’m happy, too.” I slide in and out of her, alternating my pace.
I have to slow down, so I pull out and kiss down her stomach, her skin quivering.
