Even though I still hate him a little for seeing what I couldn’t, I have to be thankful.
“Don’t let go,” she mumbles when I try to pull away.
Lucas clears his throat, “let’s give them a second.”
“But the beer—“
“Move it,” Lucas commands, shoving the rest of the gang upstairs and giving me a proud smile before following suit.
When the coast is clear, Sasha tilts her head to look up at me. Her cheeks are bright red and splotchy, fresh tears still streaking down her face with the most gut-wrenching smile plastered on her lips.
“You could have told me,” I say, using my thumb to brush the tears off her face.
“And have you looking at me like you are now?” She chuckles, “never.”
Call me demented, or fucked in the head, but all I wantto do in this moment is kiss her like no one ever has. The way she’s looking up at me like I could protect her from anything has my heart thudding in my chest faster than ever before.
Whether we make it out of this never-ending loop or not, I know that I’d do anything for this girl. I’d put my life on the line for her, anything to make sure she’s safe from the scary world outside these walls.
Actually, I’dlivefor this girl.
I’d do the one thing I’ve never wanted for as long as I can remember, because this girl breathes life into me whenever she’s near.
Sasha Price is the only thing I need to keep my heart pumping, lungs breathing, and head working.
“Can you do me a favour?” I ask.
“Anything.”
Christ.
“No more secrets, okay? I’m here, Pixie. I’m not going anywhere. You can’t scare me off.”
She bites her lip nervously, “you mean that?”
My hands cup both her cheeks, “I’ve never meant something more in my life.”
This girl scares the shit out of me, but it’s the kind of scared I’m continuously welcoming with open arms. She has all the power, I’m completely at her mercy and fuck am I here for it.
She’s the only thing I’ve ever been sure of.
Tomorrow has never been a guarantee for me, I never know if I’ll make it past today, but when it comes to her, I can’t help but think of the future.
Instead of spending my nights battling demons and fighting wars that only exist in my head, I’m thinking of what life could look like years down the line. Picturing herin a small house in the outskirts of town, looking out the window where kids are playing.
Laughing at the dinner table.
Dancing in the dark with nothing but the light from the fridge to illuminate her goddess-like features.
Giggling with two little ones under the blankets, reading stories from worlds far beyond ours.
All I can hope for is that I’m a part of that.
I dream to be a part of her story.
I press her head to my chest, holding her there and praying the world would stop for just a couple of minutes so I can hold her for a little longer. “You don’t have to tell me tonight, or tomorrow, or the day after that… but eventually we’re gonna have to talk about the uncomfortable things.”
She sighs, “that means you too, Johnny.”
