My lips lingered on his molded with both our salty tears that slowly crept on each of our faces. God I had loved him this much? And all these years?
I let my hands lead feeling every touch of muscle beneath his shirt gently tracing it to his beautiful face.
“I’ve loved you all my life Walker”
“I’ve loved you all my life Lena, all my life” he murmured against my lips and that was all it took to get my lips slamming hard into his trying to get back all the years I went convincing myself he was the villain and locking up whatever I knew I felt for him.
We traced our way to my room somehow getting lost in his sweet longing kisses. He pulled back looking down at me in a way I’d want only him to, the lust in his eyes pierced deep down sending my body to the fever zone.
“You’re perfect” he
