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His voice is dark and dangerous when he asks, “Do you need me, angel?”
How can he not tell? I can practically feel the liquid dripping out of me. “Yes”
With two fingers, he enters me, stretching my core as he mutters, “I think telling you I loved you might have got you ready for me already, angel.”
My body contracts around him, confirming his assessment and earning me a dark, sinful chuckle.
Desire laces his words as he says, “I need you now, Van. I’m going to spend the rest of my life taking you however you want, but not now. Get into the middle of the bed.”
Not one to deny him anything, I crawl up the bed, laying on my back as he climbs over me. He dusts kisses over my sensitive skin until he captures my lips. Settling between my legs, he wastes no time in lifting one and hooking it over his hip.
When he slides in, my body stretches around him, welcoming himhome. We rock together, maintaining eye contact. It’s far more intimate than anything I’ve ever experienced before. More intimate than that night a month ago in Albany, when I ran, scared that he’d come to break my heart.
I nearly told him then that I loved him, but I wasn’t ready to let him go.
His voice is breathless as he murmurs to me, “Angel, where have you gone?”
I don’t want to talk, we have plenty of time for that. Right now I want to welcome in everything that he makes me feel. I want to enjoy all that he is as he collides with me and we erupt into a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors.
Reaching up, I capture his lips with mine. Moans of pleasure falling from my lips as I chant, “I love you.”
Adoration shines bright in his eyes, his words coming out choked as we near our completion. “I love you too, angel. Forever and always.”
This is the start of our forever, with nothing coming between us but our love for each other.
Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
Savannah
Applause erupts as the curtain falls and I can’t hold back the smile that makes its way onto my lips.
I did it.
Not only did I make it through the performance without messing up, but I’ve achieved my dream. I stay on the stage, lining up with my co-stars as we prepare to bow to the audience. When the curtain rises again, I search the audience for Noah.
Instantly, I find him. He’s sitting in the front row with Jack, Mama, Alex, Sebastian, Meghan, Cooper, Ben and Sutton. My nearest and dearest.
Who would have thought when I made my Broadway debut that I’d be supported by so many people that have come to mean so much to me? I certainly didn’t.
Noah winks at me, and even over the sound of the collective audience, I can hear him loud and clear as he claps and hollers for me.
I love this man.
Ever since that night a year ago where all the pain and love of the past thirteen years came to a grand finale, our love has thrived and grown stronger each day. Noah’s been the most supportive boyfriend a girl could ask for. For that reason, along with my hard work, I credit his unwavering support for being the reason I’m standing on this stage today.
With one final bow, the curtain descends. But not before my gaze seeks him out one last time and I nod toward the door that leads to the backstage. His feet are in motion before I can take even one step. The laughter that falls from my lips is carefree and filled with a goofy love for my man.
He bursts through the door, his eyes crazed as he seeks me out. I’m two steps above him when he wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me toward him. Thankfully my co-stars left the stage on the opposite side. My hands land on his shoulders as I try to balance myself. I cling to him, unfazed by the crew moving about around us.
His words are rushed and filled with excitement. “Angel, you were amazing. The best show I’ve ever seen. God, I love you.”
Chuckling, I cup his face and brush my lips over his. “Hi. I love you too.”
I thought I was supposed to be the one high off the adrenaline. Tonight has been amazing but there’s one thing that’s going to top it. I just have to be a little more patient and get through the cast party.
I slide down his body and Noah hands me a bouquet of Marguerite daisies. I remember the day he first brought me flowers since we became an official couple. He’d stopped on the way home at a flower stall after he’d spotted my favorite ones from the car.