want your heart, your body. I want to be inside of
you and your life. I want to come in and not
leave.”
I feel like a jackass saying these things, but I
know she needs to hear it said out loud and
deserves someone that tells her how desired she is
and how much he wants her for himself.
And that someone, damn it, must be me.
“Do you understand what I’m trying to tell
you?” I ask her, because she keeps looking at me
without speaking.
Maybe I’m not doing this right, maybe I don’t
even know what I’m saying or doing.
This is all new for me.
It’s scary as hell.
Until just a while ago I didn’t think I was cut
out for these things, that I couldn’t feel real
emotion and was certainly incapable of creating a
lasting bond with another person. And yet for her
I’m willing to try. A thousand tries. She’s the only
one who can teach a man to love someone other
than himself.
“Erin.” I look at her, worried. She continues to
look at me without responding. “Have I said
something…”
She doesn’t let me add anything else. She wraps
her arms around my neck and her legs around my
waist. I take her, sure and steady and bring her as
close to me as possible.
I want to feel her now.
