“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m okay.”
“You’re okay?” He leaned back and looked at my face. “But you’re crying.”
“It’s good crying,” I said. “It really is.”
“Good crying?” He let out a chuckle and kissed the top of my head again. “Yay for good crying, I guess.”
“You’re such a dork,” I laughed.
“Hey,” he said and tightened the arm around my waist so that I was pulled much closer to him. “I can be alpha if you need it. I can be anything you need.” Remy’s voice was almost a growl, but he broke into a smile a second later.
“I don’t need you to be anything but you,” I said and pushed a lock of his hair away from his forehead.
“What you need is to be good and properly kissed by a man who loves you more than anything in this world,” he said.
And before I could say another word, he kissed me.
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© Sara Bourgeois 2019
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is a coincidence.
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