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Derek and Braeden had been together for awhile. Which for Derek was saying something.
And man he was in love with her too. He couldn’t help himself. He found himself smiling at just the thought of her. He thought she was cute and gorgeous. And when she was wielding a gun, he drooled, almost swooned.
She thought the same about him though. She had to keep herself from staring when he changed clothes. And she liked teaching him about guns, because that gave her an excuse to touch those muscular hairy arms.
But those are just physical things.
One day they both realized that they belonged together. Not just because they were physically attracted to each other, but because they belonged together. They understood each other. They could laugh and joke, and could have serious conversations too.
That day was just a random Tuesday morning. Braeden was asleep in Derek’s arms. He was awake and just holding her. That was when he realized that there was no where he’d rather be and no one he would rather be holding.
Right about then she opened her eyes.
“Good morning.” he whispered.
She smiled at his morning voice and his messy hair. That was when it hit her. She doesn’t ever want to leave his arms.
It took them another three months to tell each other, but it didn’t really matter because they both knew.