How to be loved

Blame yourself, Freen!

How to be loved

42 – Blame yourself, Freen!

Freen's POV

"I love you too," Becky whispered, her voice soft but filled with a depth of emotion that made my heart swell.

As I gazed into her eyes, I saw everything—her vulnerability, her strength, her love. She had trusted me with a piece of her soul, a secret she had guarded for so long, and I felt the weight of that trust settle between us like a sacred bond. She had been so scared, so unsure, and yet she told me. She feared it might change the way I loved her, but it didn't. It never could. I didn't love her for anything physical, or anything that could be defined by simple categories. I loved her because of the person she was—her heart, her mind, her spirit.

Her lips trembled slightly, still touched by the weight of the confession, and I could see the lingering fear in her eyes, waiting for my reaction. But I had nothing to give her but love, nothing but pure acceptance.

Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her, wanting to erase every trace of doubt, every shred of fear she might still be holding. I wanted her to feel my love—deep, unshakable, and entirely hers.

Our lips met with a slow tenderness, but beneath that softness, there was a need—a desire to show her how much she meant to me. I kissed her with everything I had, pouring my heart into the connection. My hands moved to cradle her face, gently guiding her closer as the kiss deepened. I could feel her tension melting away under my touch, her body relaxing as she leaned into me.

The kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, as the intensity between us built. I could feel her hands sliding down my back, pulling me against her, and the warmth of her body sent shivers down my spine. Every touch, every movement, was a silent promise—I love you, I'm here, I want you.

Her breath quickened against my lips, and I felt my own heart race in response. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the two of us wrapped in a whirlwind of love and desire. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, matching the wild rhythm of my own, and it only fueled the fire burning inside me.

I broke the kiss just for a moment, our foreheads resting together as we caught our breath. "You're perfect," I whispered against her lips, my voice filled with nothing but sincerity. "In every way."

She smiled, her eyes shimmering with emotion, and then her lips found mine again, this time with a hunger that matched my own. The kiss was no longer just tender—it was filled with passion, with longing, with the shared knowledge that nothing could come between us now.

Her hands roamed over my body, each touch sending waves of heat through me, and I responded in kind, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin. The connection between us was electric, and I knew we were crossing into a place where nothing else mattered but this moment, this love.

I pulled her even closer, feeling the heat rise between us as the kiss deepened, each second more intoxicating than the last. This wasn't just desire—it was a culmination of everything we were, everything we could be together.

In her arms, I felt a sense of belonging I had never known before, and I knew this was only the beginning of the love we would share—unapologetically, and forever.

She pulled back slightly, her breath warm against my lips, her eyes darkened with a mix of desire and tenderness. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper, tinged with longing but holding a thread of uncertainty. "I don't want to take advantage"

My heart pounded, every beat echoing in my chest, and the warmth of her skin against mine sent sparks through me. I could barely find my voice, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, but I knew without a doubt what I wanted. "More than anything," I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation. "I want this. I want you."