Rogue POV
I never thought from the day that I hitch-hiked in the back on his truck that I would love him like I do.
I love his accent, the way that he calls me and only me "darlin'". The way that his voice moulds to his words. Never have I seen him stutter or miss-pronounce a word so that he has to repeat himself.
I love the way that he plays with people. Only someone who has known him for a very long time can tell the difference between when he is telling the truth or joking. Half of the time his threats ARE jokes but not many believe that. They think that when he makes a threat, it's not a threat, it's a promise.
I love the fact that he's always there when I need him most. Sure he like to leave to the point where it gets annoying but he always manages to catch me when I fall.
I love the fact that most of the time he has a beer can in his hand but has anyone ever seen him drunk? He's always serious and sober when he needs to be.
I love his hands. He can do so many talented things with his hands. He can fix his motorbike and make it look like the easiest thing in the world.
I love the way that his body moulds to mine whenever we share one of those few precious hugs. The ways his hands stroke my hair as he holds me as if I am a porcelain doll.
But there is ONE thing that I don't love about him. It's the fact that as much as I love him, he will never love me back.
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