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fear
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Laying there, his head on her stomach, she feels a kind of content she hasn't felt in years.
He had said he wanted to be with her forever and though she knew they were it for each other and though he stumbled over the term engaged (she'll give him a pass because he was so adorable with his stumbling) she now feels like she can finally breathe.
Resting among the pillows after what could only be described as mind-blowing sex, his head on her stomach and her hands in his hair, she once again focuses her mind on the fact that this is what they've been missing all these years. She's beyond amazed at how soft and vulnerable he is with her. The way his eyes drag her form is the same but now he can use his hands and his heart in a way he never could before, and the feeling is so mutual that she finds herself smiling now for no reason at all.
She feels his lips touch her skin and his hands begin to roam her body as he finally comes back to himself. He's pressing gentle kisses around her stomach and thighs and humming to himself, whether he realizes it or not. Then suddenly, his eyes meet hers in the quiet of the bedroom, chin resting on her belly and hands still roaming gently.
"I am obsessed with every part of you. You make me want to die," he hums out, lips meeting her hipbone.
"Harvey," she whispers back, hands running through his hair and tracing over his brows.
"I love you," he says, crawling back up to her level and wrapping her in his arms.
"I love you, too."
And in that moment she realizes it's gone. The fear. The fear of the unknown, the fear of the forbidden, the fear of everything she thought she'd never have. She has everything, because she has him. Forever.
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