What scares me even more than being comfortable with him, is the fact that I can see it all with him. I can see good morning kisses, and late-night movies on the couch, falling asleep tangled up in each other. Saturday mornings spent cuddling in bed together, curious fingers trailing over naked skin. Sunday morning brunch, and cooking our favorite foods together, while we dance in the kitchen to his ridiculous music. I can see petty arguments had, only to make up passionately after. I can see marriage, and buying houses. Growing old together and years upon years of memories.

But I gave him the power to destroy me once and even though I know the truth now, I’d be lying if I said the concern wasn’t still there. No matter how small, it’s there. The intensity of my feelings for him makes me feel like I can’t breathe.

His soft snores pull me out of my head. My chest physically aches as I watch him sleep. Nothing has ever felt as right as he does.

And it’s fucking terrifying.

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Two

Stone Philips

Over the last few weeks, Cash and I have fallen into somewhat of a comfortable routine. Weekends are ours to spend together, and we have lunch together most days at work, if our schedules allow it. He’s extremely adamant about not having sleepovers during the week. No idea why. I wish he’d budge on it, because I want all the time I can get with him. Time spent with him always feels so perfect, but I can’t help but think he’s still holding back. Like he can’t allow himself to fully give himself to me.

It’s Friday, and he’s on his way over to stay the night. We’re ordering in and watching movies. I’ve decided I’m going to talk to him and see where his head is at. I don’t need him to tell me he loves me back. I meant it when I told him that, but knowing he’s at least heading in that direction would help, I think.

Plus, if we’re going to make this work between us, honesty and communication is key. So, me talking to him about this is normal… right? Yeah. At least that’s what I tell myself up until he knocks on my door. Then my stomach flutters with nerves and my palms start to sweat.

What the fuck?! Get it together, Stone. Shit.

Pulling open the door, the breath is stolen from my lungs. As it is every single time I see him. He’s so fucking beautiful. Golden, sun kissed skin, big, curious doe eyes, strikingly sharp features, and the most fucking kissable lips. He has that effortless pout that looks incredible wrapped around my cock.