Breathe
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She watched him for a moment as he struggled with his own thoughts. She could only imagine. "Come here," she pat the bed beside her. Sighing, he kicked off his shoes as he got up from the chair and crawled his way across the bed to lay his head down on her chest. He had never felt so lost and she had never felt so scared.
"Tommy," she shook her head as she gently stroked the curls in his hair. He looked up at her. She said nothing else but leaned down and kissed him. He welcomed it openly, having missed the feeling of her skin on his. He relished in the feeling of her soft, wet lips caressing his as the scent of lilacs whispered through his head.
"I love you too Tommy Donnelly," she whispered. He stopped immediately. He sat up to look her, his intense eyes seeming to sear straight through to her soul. She had never felt more attracted to him then in that moment.
"Sarah," he took her lightly freckled face in his hand, "I promise, that I will take care of you, no matter what it takes."
And she knew it was true. He would do anything shy of taking one of his family member's lives to protect her. Closing her eyes, she kissed him again, this time with more conviction and fervour.
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"My dad was threatening to beat you up." She smiled when he laughed, rolling over to her side. Puling the sheets up to cover them, she rested her head on his bare chest and she had done so many times before.
"Did you tell him?"
"Of course not, I haven't told anyone." She traced the lines of his chest. "But Tommy, we have to do something, I don't want my father to find out. If he does, he might just actually kill you."
Even though she laughed about it, he knew the seriousness oft what she was saying. Bryan Sheehan loved and valued his daughter more than his own life, and he knew that he would do anything for her. Ever since her mother passed away four years ago, Sarah has been his only reason for living. The man loved his little girl eternally.
"I'm going to take care of everything Sarah, but for now just be careful, keep going to class and keep going to work like you don't know anything, okay?"
"What if they come back to the restaurant? They know I work there now," she wrapped her arm around him tightly, missing the feel of his taught muscles on her skin.
"Keep your cell phone charged an on you at all times, and you call me if you ever need." Though she didn't love the idea, she couldn't think of anything better herself.
"Tommy," she paused. He rubber her bare back as she snuggled in closer to him. "I'm scared." She closed her eyes and held him even tighter, afraid of too many things at once. She waited for him to respond but he didn't say anything. He just kisesed the top of her head lightly and continued to rub her back, looking out the window at the sun setting over Hell's Kitchen.
