Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Soon, control is gone, the planned movements are forgotten, and he disappears in and out of me with such vengeance, I don’t know where he begins and I end.
All I know is that I love him.
And as we come, together, our names falling from the other’s lips, I know I love him so much, I can’t fathom ever loving anyone but him.
The next morning, I wake up alone.
And deliciously sore.
But dread fills me within seconds.
I kick off the blanket and scramble out of bed, reaching for the teal shirt Benson wore to dinner the night before. As I head out of his room, I make sure the buttons are buttoned before I look up to find Benson setting two full plates of breakfast beside two cups of coffee. He isn’t crying, and he doesn’t look stricken.
Grandma must be okay.
“Good morning, beauty.” I let out a breath as my lips turn up. “I was about to come wake you up.”
I walk toward him, checking the clock to see I have well over an hour to get ready and head to the gym. I wrap my arms around him, as he does the same, kissing my temple. “Any word?”
He shakes his head, his nose moving along my hair. “Not yet.”
“Where is Quinn?”
“He just went to bed. He stayed at Mom’s house to care for the dogs once they left.”
“Oh. Is he okay?”
“He’s as good as he can be with no news.”
I swallow nervously. “No news is good news?”
“I hope so,” he says, kissing me again. “Come on, let’s eat. You need calories to run full force at a stationary object.”
I laugh as he takes me by my hips, lifting me to the counter. “There are barstools.”
“But maybe when I’m done eating breakfast, I’ll have me a little dessert?”
I giggle as he comes in close, stabbing some eggs and feeding them to me. His eyes are so playful and sweet, I feel like my jaw might break from grinning so hard.
“Have you checked your phone?”
I shake my head before taking a sip of my coffee. “No, why?”
“I posted something.”
My lips curve as he slides my phone to me across the island. I smile a thanks as I open my lock screen to see I’ve been tagged in a video on TikTok. I feel Benson move closer to me, his chin resting on my shoulder as I click the notification so it takes me to the video. The video starts with Benson sitting on the floor beside the bed, my arm hanging off the bed beside him but not touching him, as he plays the guitar. My bare back is visible as I breathe deeply in my sleep. Unaware of the man below me. He did wear me out pretty damn good.
“When did you shoot this?”
“Last night,” he answers just as I recognize the song. “Until I Found You” by Stephen Sanchez. But instead of the name the artist uses, Benson sings mine. His voice is so refreshing, like wind through the trees, and it hits me straight in the feels. I cover my mouth as I watch him sing such beautiful words only for me. When he snakes his arm around my waist, I lean back into him, speechless as I replay the video. He laughs as he kisses my jaw, and I lean into the kiss.
Against my cheek, he whispers, “I couldn’t sleep while I watched you drool all over my pillow,” he teases, and I cry out in distress.
“I don’t drool.”
“I had to change shirts, Cameron.” I burn with embarrassment, but he just laughs. “As I watched you, that song just kept playing in my head, so I knew I had to sing it to you. Right there and right then.” He covers my hand with his own over the phone. “If I’m not around to remind you, Cam, just watch this and know that I love you.”
My heart soars in my chest. If my ribs weren’t holding it in place, I’m pretty sure it would have escaped and landed in a bloody heap on the floor in front of him. This man is a walking dream. Why did I waste so much time fighting what we have? Oh, that’s right. Because I’m a walking hot mess.
Whom he loves—completely.
I turn, pressing my lips to his. I kiss his top lip and then his bottom before whispering against his lips, “I love you.”
With his lips moving against mine, his words are a promise. “I love you more, Cam.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Benson
I thought getting Cameron locked down would be the hardest thing to do when it came to her, but that doesn’t even compare to the pain of watching her fail.
It physically hurts me to watch her fall over and over again.
But the pride that swells within me when she pushes herself up and stands after falling face first into the mat is something I’ve never experienced in my life.