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“I’ll never get enough of you,” he murmured against my mouth. “I love you.”
My hips bucked, encouraging him to press his cock against my pussy. “I love you.”
He groaned, settling against me. He worshiped my breasts before he slipped inside me. It was the most natural thing in the world, coming together like this, our words of love surrounding us, blanketing us with their meaning and protection.
Nothing could penetrate the bubble we’d created for ourselves. He made love to me, slow and sweet, never moving his lips from mine as he moved over me, inside me, building to a peak. We crested at the same time, coming back to reality slowly.
He pulled me into his chest, kissing my hair and my forehead. I felt the love emanating from him. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“The medallion. The meditation. You. Everything.”
I heard what he was saying, the appreciation in his tone. “I love you too.”
He held me so tightly, I sensed he was afraid to let me go.
My dream of connection, of having a family someday, seemed closer. He’d confided his past to me and admitted his struggles. Whether he was ready to move past it yet or not, he’d been open with me. It made my love pulse and stretch for him. It was like this living thing surrounding us, pressing us together.
Chapter Twenty
COLTON
Last night was incredible. The meditation, her gift, the sense that she’d called on a guardian to protect me. I tucked the St. Michael’s medallion under my shirt, it was cool against my skin. The sensation I experienced from meditation was strong this time. The air around us pulsed instead of shimmered. It was a small but subtle difference, indicating that I was open to experiencing more.
Professing our love for each other and coming together without concealing my past was life-altering. I wasn’t hiding anymore. I didn’t feel as ashamed as I usually did when I shared my story with someone. I hadn’t forgiven myself like she suggested, but I felt better. Lighter somehow. Had she done that? Had she opened some secret well to start the process of healing, like she said?
Forgiveness and healing sounded good, amazing even. But was it realistic? Was it what I deserved?
Everyone must atone for their sins. A part of me didn’t think I had yet. Everyone got what they deserved, whether it was jail time or something else.
I was the sole judge in my life and sentenced myself to endless loneliness and unhappiness.
This thing with Remi seemed too good to be true. She said she loved me after I bared my soul to her, admitting my greatest shame. She loved me.
It didn’t seem possible, even if that’s exactly what happened. My future seemed brighter, and I felt more hopeful. Was a future with Remi a possibility?
Being with her made me feel better, and like she said, we should go with our gut. Trust our instincts. Go with the flow, and stick with what felt good. But it was more than that. It went deeper. I felt a connection with her I’d never had with anyone else, and it went beyond the spiritual or the meditation experience.
I loved her and wanted to protect her. I wanted to be with her and could see us living together in my home, taking Scout for walks, maybe even her pregnant with my baby. It felt like way more than I deserved. It felt too good to be true, yet I wanted it anyway.
I didn’t delude myself into thinking it would be smooth sailing. Remi had strong opinions and different views than me. We wouldn’t always agree, but we could probably come to an understanding.
She seemed to think Corey was redeemable. That he deserved sympathy instead of a sentence. I wasn’t so sure about that. Nothing mattered more to me than her safety. If the judge found him to be guilty, then he needed to suffer some consequences.
If he got off with a slap of his wrist, he wouldn’t learn his lesson. His actions might escalate. Next time, someone could get hurt, or the damage could be irreparable.
I headed into the station. Today was our interview with Corey. His attorney, Avery Arrington, would be present, along with his father, Dexter, and me.
I’d let Dexter take the lead. He had a softer touch. It was unlikely he’d ruffle the attorney’s feathers or raise Ryan’s ire.
Dexter approached me as soon as I walked inside the station. “You ready for this?”
“You’re taking lead?”
Dexter grimaced. “Chief wants you to.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
