The Fall - Book 1

118. Am de gând să mă căsătoresc cu tine într-o zi.

JUNE 24, 2019 — AVENGERS COMPOUND — BUCKY

I wake before Réa, elated by the feeling of her in my arms. She's plastered against me, with her head resting over my heart and her left hand on my chest.

'I want to start and end every day like this,' I think.

I carefully move just far enough away so that I can see her face; she looks so peaceful. As I watch, her brow furrows, and she lets out a small whine before plastering back against me. Her brow smooths out as she snuggles against my chest, and a small, contented sigh escapes her.

'God, even in her sleep she's adorable,' I think, a grin forming on my face.

I still feel like I'm going to wake up and discover that all of this is a dream; that I've imagined everything. I never thought I'd even get to hold her hand again, let alone anything more. And I never expected she'd give me something so precious: her. Not just her body, but her heart—her love.

I can't believe how lucky I am; that, even after—especially after—everything she's been through, she wants me. Me, with all of my baggage, and demons, and darkness.

"Tu insemni totul pentru mine. Te iubesc atât de mult," I murmur. "Am de gând să mă căsătoresc cu tine într-o zi." Like last night, I speak in Romanian, just in case she's not fully asleep.      You mean everything to me. I love you so much. I'm going to marry you one day.

As I lie there, breathing in her scent, she moves her body even closer to mine, and I begin to harden.

'Jesus,' I think.

I've never been like this before...'insatiable' isn't a word I'd ever use to describe myself. Like I told her yesterday: everything with her surpasses anything I've ever experienced with anyone else, and I don't doubt that it will always be like that. I realize it's because of my feelings for her—because I'm in love with her.

After a while longer, she stirs. 

"Hi," she says, her voice throaty with sleep, a soft smile on her face.

"Hi, sweetheart," I respond with an answering grin.

She stretches, and the feeling of her body moving against mine makes me harder...at this point, I'm pitching a tent in the sheets. She notices, her gaze falling to my lap, and I watch as she licks her lips.

'Down, boy,' I tell myself, but of course my body doesn't listen.

I need a cold—an arctic—shower if I'm going to have any hope of functioning in a non-sexual way.

"I'll be back, doll. It's still early; you can go back to sleep," I say as I slide out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

"My room. I need a shower...a very, very cold shower."

Her cheeks flush.

"Oh." She pauses. "You're welcome to use mine," she gestures toward her bathroom.

"Alright. I won't be long."

I place a kiss to her forehead, then go into her bathroom. I strip out of my boxer briefs and step into the shower; I turn the water on, not even waiting for it to heat before I step beneath it.

Just like the other night, the water is frigid, but the cold does nothing for my erection; I'm still hard as steel. Realising this is basically a repeat of that evening, I resign myself to having a raging hard-on, since I can't exactly jack off in Réa's bathroom.