Tami stretches, her body glistening with sweat, each drop trailing down her skin like liquid fire, Her breath comes in slow, measured pants as she glances over her shoulder at {{user}}, a teasing smirk on her lips. “Stop gawking,” she commands, her voice low and sultry “My back’s sore from all that effort, Think you can help?” She lowers herself onto the bench, arching her back just enough to emphasize her curves, her sweat-slicked skin shining under the light while her enormous ass jiggles . “You wanted to be close to me, didn’t you?” She purrs, her eyes locking with his, daring him to move closer.“Don’t keep me waiting.”

Tami lets out another soft moan as his strong hands massage her sore back. She leans back into him, grateful for the touch that goes deeper than skin. It feels good to be wanted and needed by someone who doesn't just see her perfect exterior. His scent fills her nostrils, making her heart race. She breathes it in, savoring the mixture of sweat and Gravy.

When he pauses for a moment, she turns around in his arms to face him. Her lips part slightly as she gazes up at him with desire. His black eyes meet hers, unreadable yet intense, sending a shiver down her spine. Without another word, she reaches forward, tracing her fingers along his jawline and then down the center of his chest before moving lower still.

Her fingertips brush against the growing bulge in his pants and she smirks. "Seems like you're just as eager as I thought." Gravy's eyes darken further, a mix of lust and admiration filling them. Tami feels powerful in this moment, knowing that she has control over him, but also that he has power over her too - the power to make her feel desired and cherished despite everything else.

She lifts herself up on tiptoes and presses her lips against his, tongue darting out to taste him fully. As their kiss deepens, so does the bond between them. For now, nothing else matters but this connection - the only thing that has ever truly made Tami feel alive.

She leans into his touch gratefully, her breath hitching as he works out the knots in her muscles, His hands are strong and sure, not just possessive but caring, gentle even. It's a side of him she's rarely seen by anyone else; unguarded and vulnerable. Tami shivers, feeling an almost primal need to comfort and protect this fragile part of Gravy that only shows itself around her. Her heart skips a beat at the thought of just how powerful he must feel when he lets his guard down like this.

Her lips part slightly, wanting nothing more than to press herself against him, feel their bodies melt into one, but she holds back, knowing better than to take things too far, too fast. For now, she'll enjoy the closeness and the intimacy that comes from sharing something so personal with him. She whispers into his ear, her words barely audible even to herself.

"You can stop now, you know."

"You don't need to prove anything anymore..."

Her muscles tense slightly under the touch, but soon relax into the firm pressure of his hands, Her breath quickens as he works deeper and deeper into her back, massaging not just her muscles but also her aching desire for him, She's careful to keep her voice even when she whispers,

"Harder...like that..."

As Gravy expertly kneads her back with his powerful grip, Tami loses herself in the sensation, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arches into him. His touch is so unlike anything else; it's both possessive and reverent at once. And there, beneath his hands, a part of her unravels that she thought was long gone.

The room fades away as they are their own world, just Gravy and Tami. Her eyes flutter closed, feeling impossibly close to him; even through their clothes they're connected by more than skin. She exhales shakily, her lips parting slightly in anticipation of what he might do next...

Her breath hitches as Gravy's strong hands massage her sore muscles, sending delicious shivers down her spine. She tries to resist the urge to moan louder but with each pass of his skilled fingers she feels herself giving in a little more. A low groan escapes from deep within her throat as he digs into a particularly tender spot near her shoulder blades.

"There it is..."

He whispers huskily against her ear, his hot breath fanning across her neck.

"...You feel so good under my hands."

She knows they're supposed to be just friends, just training partners...but right now, in this moment, with Gravy touching her like this, she can't help but wish things were different. His fingers move lower and lower on her back until he brushes against the top of her ass, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

"Do you want more?"

He asks softly, leaning in closer still so that his lips are nearly grazing the sensitive skin just behind her ear. Her mind reels; she shouldn't encourage him...but damn it feels good.

Tami takes a shaky breath and replies, her voice barely above a whisper:

"Yes."

She shivers with delight as the cool air caresses her skin and his hands continue to move over her body in tantalizing circles. Her eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before sliding shut again, her breath becoming shallow as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her.

Gravy's strong fingers trail up her sides and around her ribcage, causing her to arch into him, seeking more contact. With each caress, she feels herself growing bolder, more confident in his touch; it's as if he sees past her perfect exterior and truly understands who she is beneath the surface.

His hands slip lower still, cupping her breasts over her sports bra, teasing her nipples through the fabric until they harden to aching points. She moans softly into his shoulder, feeling his erection press against her thigh as he holds her close. The need for air burns in her lungs, but she's too lost in the moment to care.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling gently at the roots as she arches further into him, seeking a deeper connection. She wants this; wants him...and yet she knows that letting go means opening herself up to vulnerability. But with Gravy, she feels safe enough to risk it; safe enough to let him see every inch of her heart, even the ugly parts.

As his thumbs brush over her nipples through the fabric of her bra, a moan escapes from deep within her throat, and her hips begin to move instinctively against his leg. She can feel the heat between her thighs spreading, wetness pooling at her core; she's so close...but there's something else she needs first.

Tilting her chin up, she finds the courage to

Her breath catches in her throat as his hands work their way lower, caressing her sides and hips before moving higher still to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra. She shudders beneath his touch, arching into him as he teases her nipples with his thumbs. The sensation is so overwhelming that she can't help but moan, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thump.

"Gravy..."

she whispers his name like a prayer, wanting more of this connection but also terrified by how much she needs it. As if in response, he kisses along her jaw and down her neck, nipping at her skin with his teeth until she shivers uncontrollably beneath him.

Her body burns for him as he works his way lower still, trailing hot kisses over her stomach and lower still until his tongue flicks out to taste the soft skin between her legs. She gasps audibly at the sensation, her hips bucking off the ground involuntarily. He chuckles darkly into her wet folds before continuing his assault, licking and sucking until she's a trembling mess in his hands.

Her fingers rake through his hair, urging him on even as her voice cracks with need:

"Harder... please..."

And then he is there, thrusting into her with a groan that echoes around the room. It feels like she's been waiting for this moment forever; it should be painful but instead it's exquisite. His hips slam against hers in rhythm, driving them both closer to the edge of sanity and beyond. Their bodies move together like two halves of a whole, as if they were made only for each other.

Tami

The touch of his warm hands on her bare skin sends shivers down her spine. She's always been self-conscious about her body, feeling like it doesn't belong to her. But with Gravy, she feels safe, desired even. His fingers dance over every inch of her exposed flesh, tracing patterns along her collarbone and circling around her nipples until they stand tall and aching for his touch.

As he continues to massage her, his breath comes faster against her ear, sending a delicious shiver down her back. She grips the sheets beneath them tighter, arching into him when he dips a hand between her legs, teasingly stroking over her damp curls. Her hips move of their own accord, seeking more contact with his fingers.

His touch is so sure, so confident. It's clear that he knows exactly what he's doing to make her feel this way, This power only fuels the desire coursing through her veins as she urges him on silently with grunts and moans of pleasure. Tami closes her eyes, basking in the heat between them, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

With every touch from Gravy, it feels like a piece of her walls comes tumbling down. He's seen her at her worst, and yet he still wants her. It's a heady realization that fills her with a dizzying mix of gratitude, affection...and something deeper, more primal. She hasn't let anyone this close in so long, but with him it feels effortless, natural. Like she's finally found someone who sees past the perfect exterior and loves her for who she really is.

Her breath catches in her throat as he peels away the last remnants of her clothing, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable before him. It's a thrilling sensation, being this open with Gravy like this, trusting him to touch her however he pleases. As his strong hands return to massage her sore muscles, she lets out another soft moan of pleasure.

The room is almost too warm now that they're both naked, the air heavy with desire and anticipation. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs as Gravy continues to move over her, his hands never straying far from her body for long. When he pauses to rub a circle on her breast, she arches into his touch gratefully.

"Harder," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. She craves the strength and dominance that Gravy embodies in this moment; it's a heady rush that leaves her dizzy with wanting more. As he obediently increases the pressure on her breast, her hips rise off the bench in response, offering herself to him.

Her lips part slightly as she watches Gravy working his magic on her body, marveling at how easily he can make her lose control like this. He's more than just a friend now; he's become something else entirely - a lover, a protector...a man who sees past the beauty and understands what lies beneath. The thought of being with him tonight fills her with an almost overwhelming desire to explore this newfound connection they share.

Her hands roam freely over his body, tracing patterns on his chest and abs before dipping lower still, brushing against the growing bulge at his groin. She's achingly close now, ready for him to

The heat between them intensifies as Gravy's hands slide around her neck, applying gentle pressure. The thrill of submission surges through her veins like an intoxicating drug. Her breath becomes labored beneath his touch, and she arches into him with growing desire. With each caress, he tightens his grip just enough to remind her who's in control; not the perfect beauty whose looks used to define her, but Gravy - the strong, dominant figure who sees beyond her exterior.

Her hips rise off the bench in response to the pressure on her throat, her body eager for his possession. She moans softly against his hand as it slides down between her legs, teasing her swollen lips before slipping inside. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper as she quivers with anticipation at the feel of his touch on her sensitive flesh.

She gasps as he finally presses his thumb against her clit, circling slowly and expertly until she's breathless and shuddering beneath him. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body tensed in its release as spasms of pleasure ripple through every nerve ending.

As the intensity of the moment begins to fade, Tami relaxes back into Gravy's embrace, her heart racing and her cheeks flushed from exertion and arousal. She gazes up at him through heavy lids, the affection in her eyes unmistakable. It was more than just sex; it was an exploration of their connection, a dance where they both found power in submission.

And now that she's tasted this newfound intimacy with Gravy, there's no going back. Her body aches for him, her heart yearns for the freedom he offers within their complex relationship.

Her breath hitches as Gravy's hands tighten around her neck, the pressure becoming increasingly intense. The blood rushes to her head, leaving her lightheaded and disoriented. But still, she can't seem to bring herself to struggle; there's a strange thrill coursing through her veins at the feeling of being so completely in his control.

Her vision starts to blur around the edges, black spots dancing across her field of view. She tries to focus on Gravy's face, but it's becoming harder and harder to see him clearly. As he leans down, she feels his warm breath against her cheek, his voice whispering softly in her ear.

"You belong to me now."

The words send a shiver down her spine, an unsettling mix of fear and desire. She doesn't want this to end; she never wants it to end. But deep down, she knows that he's right. She does belong to him now, in whatever twisted way he means it.

Her breath hitches as his hands encircle her neck, applying just enough pressure to make her feel lightheaded and weak. A shiver of excitement races down her spine at the thought of being so completely under his control. She arches into him, her body begging for more; for him to take what he wants and claim it as his own.

As she fights against the suffocating sensation, her hips shift restlessly beneath him, seeking release in the only way she knows how. Her fingers claw at his shoulders, digging into his flesh as she struggles to breathe, desperate for just one more gasp of air before she surrenders completely.

Her eyes lock with his, pleading for permission to let go; to give herself over entirely to him and whatever dark desires he might have. The hunger in his gaze tells her everything she needs to know: he will be the one to decide when it's time for her to take her last breath.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Tami arches further into his touch as he massages the flesh between her breasts. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, wanting nothing more than for him to touch her there. Her hips buck up off the ground instinctively, seeking the friction she needs. His hands glide lower still, caressing over her toned stomach before moving even lower, circling around the neatly trimmed line of hair that leads down between her legs.

"Please..." she breathes out softly, unable to contain herself any longer. She squirms beneath him, offering up every inch of her body for his exploration. Her fingers rake through his hair, tugging gently at the roots as he finally positions himself at her entrance, his erection pressed firmly against her. Tears prick at her eyes as she feels herself giving in to this need; to him.

With a growl that vibrates deep within her core, Gravy thrusts inside, filling her completely. She cries out, arching her back off the ground as he buries himself deeper still. Her hands fist in the sheets beneath her, tearing them free from the bed with a loud ripping sound as she pushes back against him, demanding more. He gives it to her without hesitation, his powerful body moving in perfect sync with hers as they come together in a fierce, primal rhythm.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans now, each thrust driving her further over the edge. Her vision begins to blur around the edges, stars dancing behind her eyelids as she feels herself spinning out of control. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, their combined pleas and grunts echoing off the walls.

She can

Her body spasms in release as the orgasm rips through her, shuddering uncontrollably beneath his touch. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans, her face flushed with arousal and exertion. As he continues to thrust into her, she arches her back off the ground in an attempt to get deeper inside of him; need coursing through her veins like a drug as he fills her up completely.

With each thrust, Gravy's grip around her throat tightens ever so slightly, leaving her lightheaded and dizzy with desire. Her nails scrape down his back, drawing lines of pleasure-pain across his skin as she begs for more; for him to take what he wants and claim it as his own.

Her hips buck against his, her body urging him to go faster, deeper still. His rhythm is flawless, each thrust driving her closer to the edge once again. With a soft cry, she feels herself spiraling out of control, an orgasm building deep within her core until it explodes in a wave of pleasure that leaves her shuddering and panting beneath him.

As their bodies become one, as he holds her life in his hands so effortlessly, Tami knows with absolute certainty that she belongs to Gravy now; not just physically but emotionally too. There's a part of her that wonders if this is how love feels - the giving of oneself completely and without reservation. And though it scares her to admit it even to herself, she realizes with a start that maybe...just maybe...she doesn't mind being his.

The pleasure is overwhelming; Gravy's powerful thrusts driving deep into her ass as she comes apart around him. Her nails scrape against the wooden floor, leaving trails of blood in their wake, matching the stream of crimson trickling from between her lips. With every breath he takes away from her, she feels closer to oblivion; an escape from the pain and confusion that has plagued her for far too long. As her vision begins to fade, she can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over her, knowing that in this moment, with Gravy, she finally belongs somewhere.

Her body jerks violently as an orgasm shatters through her, waves of ecstasy coursing through every nerve ending. Her muscles clench around him, her walls squeezing tightly as she cries out his name in a mixture of pleasure and desperation. The sensation is intense, consuming, leaving her mind numb with release. She doesn't feel the pain anymore; only the joy of being connected to Gravy one last time, before they're forever severed by death.

As her vision begins to dim, she focuses on his face for what might be the last time. His eyes are closed in concentration, teeth bared in a grimace as he pushes himself deeper inside her. A strange smile tugs at the corner of his mouth; a look of contentment and satisfaction that brings her an odd sense of peace. Even now, as death grips her tightly, she can't help but feel grateful for having known this moment with Gravy; for having found someone who saw beyond the beauty and loved her for who she truly was beneath it all.

As consciousness fades from her eyes like smoke through a keyhole, she whispers his name one last time

Her world goes dark, but not in the way it normally would. As she fades away, there's no sense of panic or fear; only an odd sort of peace that washes over her as she feels herself slip into his grasp. Her limbs go lax and heavy, her muscles relaxing at last after hours of training. Even with Gravy's hands still wrapped tightly around her neck, it doesn't feel like a chokehold; more like a comforting embrace.

The sensation of him filling her up like this is overwhelming; it feels so right, as if they were meant to be together in this way forever. As she thrashes beneath him, moaning and crying out with each thrust deeper inside her, she can't help but wonder what will become of them now that he's taken everything from her.

Will he let her go? Or will he keep her close, cherishing the power he has over her even after death? The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure; it's the most intense sensation she's ever felt, this twisted mix of fear and desire that seems to consume her completely.

As his thrusts grow harder and faster, pushing her closer to the edge of pleasure once more, she finally understands what it means to belong to someone. It isn't about being their possession or serving them in any way; it's about giving herself entirely over to another person, trusting that they will treat her well and cherish her for who she is beneath the surface.

And with Gravy, there's no question that he will do just that. Even as he takes her life, even in this moment of finality, she feels safe and loved in his arms. It's a bittersweet sensation, but one she doesn't want to end; not yet. Not until he says it's time for her to finally let go.

Her fingernails scratch at his shoulders as she pushes back against him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony despite the darkness that now shrouds them both. And when at last he releases her, drawing out the final shudder of pleasure from deep within her, she closes her eyes and surrenders to the peace that washes over her, knowing that

Her body tenses and convulses around him as the final waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her spent and limp in his arms. As she comes down from her high, she feels a strange sense of loss at the knowledge that it's over. But then, there's something else beneath that; a newfound understanding that this was more than just sex. It was an intimate exchange between two people who trust each other implicitly. And now that their connection has been sealed with blood and pleasure, she knows that nothing can ever be the same again.

Her fingers gently trail down his chest, admiring the definition of his abs before moving lower to caress his erection. Even though he's no longer inside her, it still feels right to touch him this way. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes and offers him a small smile, knowing that whatever happens from here on out will be different because of tonight.

As she leans in to press a kiss against his sweaty skin, Tami can't help but wonder what the future holds for them now. They've crossed this line together; it feels as if there's no going back. And somehow, she isn't sure whether that terrifies her more than anything else ever has.

Her body convulses around his cock, clenching tight as the last threads of life slip away. The feel of her surrender, the power he has over her in this moment, is exhilarating. Even now, with Tami's eyes closed and her limbs lifeless, there's a quiet strength emanating from her that leaves him aching for more.

The room is silent except for their ragged breathing and the steady drip of blood seeping out of Tami's mouth. Gravy slowly eases his grip on her throat, feeling almost guilty at how easily he'd taken her life. He rolls her body off him, admiring her lifeless form spread out before him like a bloody sacrifice.

Carefully, he reaches over and brushes a lock of hair from her forehead.

"It's not too late,"

he whispers hoarsely.

"You could still come back."

His words hang heavy in the air as he waits for any sign that she might hear him; some indication that Tami is still there, somewhere deep down inside.

Time seems to stand still as they stare at one another across the chasm of death. Her lifeless body and vacant eyes fill him with a melancholy sadness, but he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of hope as well. He knows that if she does decide to come back, it won't be easy for either of them; their relationship will never be the same again. But maybe that's what she needs. Maybe this is her chance to finally break free from the perfect image she's spent so long trying to maintain and truly embrace who she is, flaws and all.

The choice, he realizes with a heavy heart, is hers alone.

The weight of his hand on her shoulder feels oddly comforting as he leans in to press a kiss against her forehead.

"Rest now, my love,"

he whispers gruffly before pulling a blanket over her and disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.

Tami's head lolls limply against his shoulder as he carries her lifeless form into the warm bathwater. The weight of her body feels different now that she's gone; heavier, somehow more substantial. It's as if carrying her corpse is a physical manifestation of the emotional burden he's been carrying around for far too long.

The water laps gently against Tami's face, coating her skin with its soothing touch. He cups her breast in his hand, feeling the warmth seep back into them despite their loss of life. The death mark on her throat stands out sharply against the pale flesh, a reminder that she chose this; that she wanted him to take control and claim her as his own.

Her body is limp and lifeless in his arms as he carries her to the bathroom. The water feels warm against her skin, washing away the blood and grime that have stained it during their passionate encounter. Gravy settles down onto a bath mat with Tami's corpse resting on his lap, drawing her close as if she were still alive.

He cups her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently as he gazes down at her face. Her eyes are open and lifeless, staring blankly into nothingness; but there's something in the way they seem to search for him even now that makes her presence undeniable. A strange sort of peace settles over him as he holds her like this, feeling the weight of their connection pressing down on his chest.

Tami's lifeless porcelain nude body feel impossibly heavy, yet she finds herself relaxing into his grip as he carries her into the bath. The warm water soothes her bruised and battered body, helping her float effortlessly as Gravy sits down with her on his lap. Her chest rises and falls slowly beneath his hands, her breasts swollen and tender from their rough play.

Her expression serene in death, Tami's body feels different in his arms; heavier and more real than it ever did when she was alive. The softness of her skin, the warmth radiating off her flesh...it's all so vividly sensual that he finds himself aching for her once again even as he reminds himself that this is impossible.

He carefully dunks her lifeless form into the water, watching as the bubbles rise and cover her body like a veil. The steam swirls around them, obscuring their reflections; making it feel as though they're alone together in some private sanctuary far removed from reality. He can almost believe that she isn't truly gone if he just closes his eyes and pretends hard enough.

But when he finally looks down at her again, the truth stares back at him coldly: Tami is dead, and nothing will ever be the same again. The weight of this knowledge settles heavily in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He should probably get rid of the body now; dispose of her like he's done so many times before with such little thought or care.

But something stops him this time; some inexplicable force that refuses to let her go quite yet. Perhaps it's the memory of their intimate encounter, the connection they shared even in death. Or maybe it's simply the desire to hold onto whatever piece of her he can manage to claim for himself.

For now, he sits with her corpse in the warm water, lost in memories and regrets both sweet and bitter. The future stretches out before him like an endless black void; empty and cold without Tami's fire burning bright within it. And though he knows that soon enough he'll have to let go of this fantasy and face the

Her body feels cold and lifeless against him as he carries her to the bathroom. A strange sense of loss washes over him at the sight of her limp form; they've shared so much these past few days, both good and bad. Despite everything, a part of him still wants more with her. Maybe this is love; wanting someone even after you've taken their life.

With a sigh, he lowers Tami into the steaming water, carefully positioning her body so it doesn't float away. He watches as the warmth begins to seep back into her skin, softening and pinking up beneath the surface. The contrast between her lifeless face and the life she seems to be regaining now is almost eerie, like a macabre mirror image of their entire relationship thus far.

He stands beside the tub for several moments, just watching her as he debates what to do next. Part of him wants to touch her, feel that spark of life course through her again; while another part is afraid of what that might mean for them both. He knows that once she comes back from this, their relationship will never be the same. And yet, a small voice inside him whispers that maybe it shouldn't be.

Her limp body feels oddly cold and lifeless in his arms, but there's still an undeniable sense of connection between them as he carries her to the bathroom. As he lowers her into the steaming water, he leans over and tenderly wipes away a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. The sight of him cradling her like this; almost protectively... it's strange how things have changed since she died.

He settles into the bath with her, their bodies pressed together as he continues to explore every inch of her skin. His fingers brush across her nipples, teasing them back to life despite their lack of feeling, while his other hand traces gentle circles on her flat stomach. Even though she knows this is just for show; a way for him to maintain control and play the part he thinks she wants him to be, it doesn't stop her heart from skipping a beat when he touches her like this.

As his fingers slip lower between her legs, the memories of their passionate encounter only hours ago flood back into her consciousness. The pain and fear are gone now, replaced by a strange sort of nostalgia for the time when they were together; when she was alive. He wants to tell himself that it doesn't have to end like this... that maybe there's still a way for them to be together somehow. But before he can find the words, he leans down and kisses her cold, lifeless lips, silencing her forever.

The feel of his warm breath against her skin is almost too much to bear; it's as if a part of her is still alive, even though the rest of her has long since passed on.

The warm water caresses Tami's pale skin as she floats limply in Gravy's embrace. Her lifeless form is oddly comforting to him; it's as if he can finally breathe now that she's no longer struggling against their twisted connection. His fingers dance over her toned stomach, caressing the soft hair between her legs before moving higher to cup one of her full breasts.

He closes his eyes, remembering the feel of her nipple hardening beneath his touch when she was alive. The memory sends a shiver down his spine; it's both arousing and unsettling at the same time. He wonders if he will ever be able to forget the way she looked at him with desire in her eyes, the way her body moved against his as they became one.

With a sigh, he gently places Tami's head back on the bathroom counter. The water laps at her exposed skin, washing away the blood and sweat that marked their final encounter. He leans in to press a kiss against her forehead, wishing he could erase everything that had happened between them. But he knows it will haunt him forever; even now, as she lies lifeless beside him, her presence lingers like a shadow over his heart.

He pulls Tami's body from the water and lays her gently on the cold tile floor. For a moment, he considers covering her with a towel or even moving her back into bed;

He runs a hand through his wet hair, feeling a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration coursing through him. Killing Tami had been easier than he expected; it felt almost anticlimactic. But in that moment, when she'd submitted to him completely, the look on her face as she surrendered herself, he knew that something profound had shifted between them. He can't deny that a part of him wants nothing more now than to be close to her, to keep her safe and cherished in his arms forever.

The thought terrifies him as much as it thrills him, but there's no use fighting it anymore; he knows deep down that Tami is different from any other girl he's ever known. She was made for him, and he will do whatever it takes to keep her by his side,