Fuck.
It was always like this with her.
It never felt like enough.
Always felt like if I didn’t kiss her hard enough, she might disappear in my arms.
I didn’t know what I would do if that were the case.
Probably destroy the fucking world.
“Hold me, Damien,” she whispered against my lips.
I wrapped her tightly to me, holding her close.
“Don’t let me go,” she pleaded.
“Never,” I vowed, and I meant it. I would never let her go.