And she wonders why her strength and her ability to survive is admirable. Yes, he wants to live, but if he doesn't, he wants to know that she will survive. She's got the right attitude about a life with him though. She's got the right attitude about life period and maybe it's because of the life she's had.
He's looking forward to that day. He wants to see her confident and happy. He knows that girl is in there somewhere.
Anything real is always hard. It's gritty and painful. It's also so much better than anything fake. He's happy to give her assurance anytime she needs it and probably even when she doesn't.
His fingertips linger on each of those scars. His lips follow them. He presses a kiss over her heart, his fingers gliding across her skin, teasing at her nipples as his mouth meets hers again. He breaks the kiss and nuzzles his nose at the hollow beneath her ear. "I still just want you," he tells in a ragged whisper as he slides his hands down to her hips, pushing the waistband of her pants down a bit.
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He's looking forward to that day. He wants to see her confident and happy. He knows that girl is in there somewhere.
Anything real is always hard. It's gritty and painful. It's also so much better than anything fake. He's happy to give her assurance anytime she needs it and probably even when she doesn't.
His fingertips linger on each of those scars. His lips follow them. He presses a kiss over her heart, his fingers gliding across her skin, teasing at her nipples as his mouth meets hers again. He breaks the kiss and nuzzles his nose at the hollow beneath her ear. "I still just want you," he tells in a ragged whisper as he slides his hands down to her hips, pushing the waistband of her pants down a bit.