Be her foundation.
I want to deserve her.
To call her mine for always.
Not because I fucked her.
Not because she needs a place to stay.
Not because I saved her from some mess she didn’t create.
But because I see her.
All of her.
And I need her. I want her.
I love her.
The sweet, shy smiles. The quiet competence. The storm she hides behind her gentle voice.
She’s it for me.
She’s the whole damn reason the sun rises now.
And when she walks past me into the bedroom without saying a word, I don’t follow right away.
I give her a minute.
Because this time?
She needs to choose me.
And I’ll be right here.
Waiting.
Always.
I follow her inside and Willow turns around slowly.
She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to.
I step in after her and close the door with a soft click.
Then I start to undress.
First the flannel.
Then the shirt beneath it.
Her eyes follow every movement. Her lips part when I reach for my belt.
“You look like you see something you like,” I rumble, voice low and frayed with want.
Her breath catches, and it hits me like a damn freight train—how much Ineedher.
Not just the sex.
