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^{He hadn’t said anything. Not a word. And the seconds were beginning to feel like minutes. Because even though she trusted him in her heart, her HEAD was an anxious mess. It was scanning through every possibility in which he walked away from her now, dropped the hand he now held in his own and never looked back. But she took a breath and tried to focus; his touch, the soft brush of his thumb against the back of her hand, it brought her back to the moment. Becky held just a bit tighter yet he made no move to pull away like she feared. Instead, Sami looked her in the eyes with such honest pouring from his gaze. And he promised.}

^{She believed him…she did. She wanted to. Needed to. So she pushed past whatever tiny nagging voice in her head reminded her of the endless LIST of people who had stabbed her in the past, pushed her down, used her to reach their goals. None of those people had been the man in front of her. And maybe she’d have to remind herself of that. Maybe she’d have to shake herself and stop from fretting over something he’d said or did. But she could for him.} 

^{And before any of that worry could cloud her mind, she leaned up on her toes and met his kiss halfway. Her arms encircled his neck and she smiled against his lips. “ T’ank you… ” she said, honestly, resting her forehead against his. “ I suppose t’en…you’re stuck with me now. Poor bastard. Tell me if ya ever want a Bex-plex, put ya outta your misery. ”}

      ^{IN   NO   WAY   WAS   HE   MADE   TO   FEEL   UNCOMFORTABLE.     the complete opposite, rather     despite the abundant tension, the WEIGHT of it seemed to appease him, like   HEAVY   GRAVITY   ON   HIS   SHOULDERS.   this is not something he’s ever done before, but becky was way different compared to others. he’d be lying if he said their interactions didn’t make him dizzy  ( their gazes, the shared laughs and smiles ). so that’s why he came off hesitant at first, not because he was afraid of relationships, but he was intimidated by her and thought confessing his feelings wouldn’t be the best idea         he was so THANKFUL that he turned out to be wrong. and now, he found great composure so that’s why when she encircles her arms around her neck. he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist,} 

      ^{HE   DOESN’T   KNOW   HOW   HE   GOT   INTO   A   SITUATION   THIS    LIKE    THIS    AGAIN,      but he thinks if there’s ANYONE he’d let into his heart, it’s her       becky, sympathetic and compassionate, delivering words that make his insides shake. becky, a woman versed in violence and power. she speaks, and the world stills, hushed at the tone of her voice, an ear to the ground.   AND   HE   WOULD   BE   LYING   if he said he wasn’t grateful for it       if anything, sami is inclined to drown in her statements. forehead pressed against hers, eyes closed, sami manages a quiet reply.      ❝     nooo, i don’t think i would ever want any of those, trust me.     ❞     he says with a soft chuckle.   HE   MIGHT   BE   AFRAID   OF   FIRE,      but her excitement is a kindling he can tolerate         he   LOVES   it, even, DELIGHTS in her joy and her teasing.      ❝     and you say ‘you’re stuck with me now’ like it’s a bad thing. it’s not. i’m pretty sure i’m the luckiest man alive, becks.     ❞}