The world has a strange way of bringing you what you need in a manner you never expected. Lexi came into my life with an added list of complications, like my son on her arm. I was patient, I was strong…but I won’t be anymore.
She’s what I want, and I plan to take it. An idea is already forming in my head on how to keep her forever, to get a ring on that finger, to be her ‘daddy’ for the rest of our lives.
She smiles, tilting her head. “What are you thinking about?”
“About how beautiful you are,” I murmur, leaning forward and kissing her hand possessively. “How fucking much you take my breath away without even trying.”
She gasps, her eyes shining as she blinks and leans into my touch, the same way I seek her out. “Yeah? Keep going.”
Laughing, I hook my feet around her chair and drag her closer until I can grab it with my hand and yank it the rest of the way. When she’s right in front of me, I tilt her chin back and stare into her eyes. “How selfless, kind, and caring you are. How talented. When you sing, I get goosebumps, you transport me to another world.” She swallows, but I carry on, brushing my lips across hers. “You make me want to be the man you see when you look at me.”
“Tyler,” she whispers.
“I’m obsessed with you.” I punctuate my confession with a kiss. “And I never want to let you go.”
She gasps, and I can’t help but kiss her again, hard, showing her with my kiss everything I haven’t said yet. Everything I know she wants to hear but isn’t ready for.
When I pull back, her eyes are closed, and they slowly blink open, clashing with mine as we speak without words.
We’re telling each other just how much we want one another…how much we love each other.
Lexi
We spend the rest of the day talking and exploring, sharing gentle, loving touches as we learn each other’s bodies. I ask about some thin white scars I find, and he tells me about how he broke his leg trying to impress Sandy Lewis when he was twelve. We laugh, we cuddle, and honestly, I’ve never felt so connected to another being.
Like I know all of him, yet there is so much still to discover.
He offers himself without bias or judgement, he’s an open book. Anything I ask, he answers, and I try to do the same. He doesn’t just wonder about the superficial things though, he digs deep. His questions even have me contemplating the answer and debating it before I reply.
I like it. He talks to me like an equal and considers my opinions, even if he doesn’t agree. He talks it out rationally. I guess that’s his age, but honestly, it’s so refreshing.
Obsessed.
He said he was obsessed with me earlier, and I know the feeling. Everything I learn about Tyler only makes it harder to walk away. I’ve had his body, but now he’s sharing his mind and heart.
I don’t know if I can survive it…if I can walk away, even though I should.
Every time I look at him, my heart skips a beat and I get that feeling low in my stomach, that burning and rolling that tells me even if I’m not ready yet…this is more than sex.
I guess I knew that deep down when he came to the club. I made my decision to throw myself at Tyler and let whatever happened happen. He decimates me so easily—one word, one look, and I’m his. He could crook his finger, and I would come running, and the intensity of that scares me.
I’ve never felt this deeply before. Tyler Phillips is my new obsession. He’s the reason behind all those love song lyrics I sing without understanding. But now I finally do, they are starting to make sense.
He senses it but doesn’t let me retreat, those dark eyes keeping me locked in place as he watches me. I’m cuddled against his side while the TV plays some stupid film. Our legs are tangled together, and his arms are wrapped around me, making me feel small and protected.
“Tired, Angel?” he murmurs, and I blink. I’m not really, but the longer I spend here in his arms doing mundane things, the more I never want to leave, so I simply nod.
He leans down and kisses my head, the gesture so normal and instantaneous, I have