Make Me Yours
I asked because she had a spring in her step as if something had made her extra happy this morning, and I wondered if in some bizarre, surreal moment if that post had made her feel proud instead of being ashamed.
“Carter. The posts? Yep, I saw them.”
I wrapped my arms around her, “I’m so fucking proud of you. I thought that if you saw the posts, then you would feel like you did after Thanksgiving. Confused and maybe want to break it all off.”
She winked, “I feel the opposite; I don’t want to feel anything but proud to be with you and your brothers and the other guys. Nothing less is acceptable.”
“You look so hot right now. Sexy. Shit, I'm so fucking lucky. Too lucky with it being Tuesday an