She looks so devastated. Absolutelybroken. Her eyes look glassy, and her shoulders slump. She tries to hide it, but she doesn’t do a very good job of it.
I don’t know what to do, so I do the only thing I can think of. I grab her and pull her into my lap. She doesn’t fight me, just buries her face into my chest.
She doesn’t make a single sound as her tears wet my shirt, all for people who don’t deserve a beautiful soul like her in their lives.
“It’s ok, I’m here,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.
“I just don’t understand what I ever did wrong,” she whispers, her voice broken.
“You’ve never been the problem, Sloane.”
“Then why does no one ever want me?” she asks, and my heart aches for her.
“That’s not true,” I whisper, lifting her chin and making her look at me. I cup her cheeks with my hands, brushing her tears away with the pads of my thumbs.
“Yes, it is,” she mumbles, her eyes looking anywhere but at me.
“Look at me,” I gently command.
It takes her a second, but she slowly raises her eyes to mine. Despite everything, she still looks beautiful.
“No, it’s not true,” I try to reason with her.
“How do you know?” she whispers, her eyes searching mine.
“Because I want you.”Her breath catches, and she stares at me like she’s trying to figure out if I’m lying to her or not.“Despite all the reasons telling me to run away, to leave you alone. I can’t. Because even though I can never have you, Sloane, I want you anyway,” I whisper, bringing our foreheads together.
I don’t give her the opportunity to reply, I just press my lips to hers in a soft, needy kiss. Her fingers quickly tangle into my hair, and I take my opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth.
“Beckett…” she whispers, and I pull away to find her eyes.
“Yeah, baby, what do you want?” I ask, and her cheeks turn pink. Her hands pull at my shirt. I let her pull it up and over my head. Her eyes wander over my body, and my hands find her waist.
“What do you want, Sloane?” I repeat, her eyes finding mine, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You, I…I want you,” She whispers, and I pull her closer.
“Use your words, baby, what do you want me to do?”
“Make me forget,please,” she whispers.
“Make you forget, huh?”
My lips dance over the skin of her neck. She nods, letting her head fall back as her arms wrap around my neck, pulling us impossibly closer.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you into doing something when you’re hurt,” I murmur, pulling away once again until our eyes meet. She doesn’t have to say anything. I can see it in her eyes; she needs this.
“I’m sure. Please, Beckett,” she whispers.
“If you ever want to stop, you have to tell me,” I whisper, kissing her forehead as she nods.
I press her into the couch with my body, my lips on her skin. All I want to do is worship her and give her everything I can.
Her breathing is erratic, and her heart beats fast against mine.
“Fuck them, you only need me,” I whisper, and she whimpers into my mouth.
“Beck,” She gasps, her body arching into mine as my lips leave hers. They trail down what little space of her neck I can reach because of the hoodie.
