*Skye* TWENTY-THREE
Damian looked down at the waves rushing past our feet. “You know what we are, Skye?”
I watched the foam gather around our legs as the waves receded, feeling the warmth seep out of me as Damian took his hand away.
“We are sand that hasn’t been washed away yet,” he said.
:'(
*Skye* TWENTY-THREE
“I know you’d never do anything to put me at risk.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because you love me.”
...
“It’s true,” he said. “I’ve always loved you. Even when I hated you.”
Oh God oh God oh God oh God.
“Loved? Past tense?” I was pushing it, but my heart took a perilous leap.
“Loved. Love. What does it matter?” He pulled me into the cradle of his arms. “Love don’t die.”
“Are you feeding me one of your movie lines, Damian?”
“It’s a song.” He laughed. “My tastes have expanded.”
...
“Wait.” I pulled his head back up. “There’s something you should know.”
“I know.” His hands skimmed my waist possessively. “You love me, too.”
“Was I that obvious?”
“Skye.” He smiled. “You unleashed a fucking strawberry storm on me.”
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