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should she have went this far as to come here, declare her undying affection for him and damn near not take no for an answer? anyone else probably wouldn't have. but she knew him, and knew this thing between them was something that she simply couldn't tear herself away from. and she wasn't certain that they would live blissfully in love for the rest of time : in fact, knew that this wouldn't be easy in any sense of the word. he was right, they were different, and that ultimately will come back to shift their relationship. not because of her, but because of the heavy baggage that she trailed behind her thousand dollar heels. but he was inching towards her, giving into temptation just as she always did when they were together : each worry and dread of their future was wiped clean from her mind. admission floods her senses and brows furrow, trickle of water threatening to fill irises blinked away, as the fear of him giving her the dreaded denial is pushed to the other corner of the earth. sucks in a quiet breath, hand reaching up to the back of his neck just as his intoxicating touch is brushed against her chin. “ i don't care about any of it. ” and she's pulling tall stance closer to her, mere centimeters away from damning them both, “ i want you, atlas. ” breathes out against him, blinking down towards parted brims before shifting back up to his sight, “ and i don't want you to ever let me go. ” truth is met with a beat of silence as her own brims part slightly, head tilting, lips hovering over his own as she waits, painfully lets him make the final decision, their breath mixed together as fingers dig deeper against his skin, “ please. ”

he was hers. there was no point in trying to push back on the idea of them being together. they were inevitable. no matter how hard his mind was pushing him to let her go, to watch her walk away and meet someone much better than him ——- his heart begged him not to. pleaded with him to go against every instinct in his body that he had to run from her. so here he was. feet planted wherever jolene was, walking beside or hell, even behind her. as long as he was with her, his heart would be at peace. because for the longest time, atlas had no idea what his future looked like. figured it was made up of exactly what he was doing now: foreman for the ranch, enforcer for those in his crew that step out of line, and a keeper of secrets. the life of a cowboy. now his future was still unknown but it looked brighter because of her. thumb caresses the tender cheek of the brunette, studying her features and committing them to memory. the soft slope of her nose to the plushness of her lips. the same ones that he catches with his own. he was home. lips slowly move against hers, pulling her body flush to his. hands finding the small of her back. the desperation he felt to have her as close to him as possible. “ you don’t have to beg me, jo. never again. ” with eyes still closed, lips just a space apart. “ you have me. always. ” lips find hers once more ——- hungrier, needier.

GRACE VAN PATTEN. Nylon Magazine.

question lingers in the air of why he exactly decided to let the night play out like this, instead of simply showing up alone and hoping he'd steal a glance from dark haired femme that unfortunately occupied the majority of his mind as of late. figured he would be guaranteed that glance, or now more, and even if the time between them now was met with disdain and frustration : at least he could go home tonight and say that he got a flicker of her time. “ please, corrine. don't give me that — not when your ex-boyfriend is standing right over there, ready to rescue you. ” glances behind her to the male that was staring daggers in his direction, to which travis was eagerly returning. glances then, to the blonde that accompanied him tonight, who was definitely eyeing the random across the room. “ me an' her aren't in caring territory, either. it's a party, sweetheart. let your shoulders relax for a bit. ” could at least act as if it bothered him, but was an impossible concept, not when the only one that drew a reaction from him was only a few inches away. leans frame against the wall and he's looking at her, pushing out a gentle sigh, “ isn't it obvious? i wanted to see you. ” and who exactly it was obvious to, he wouldn't be answering that question. instead, distracts the meaning behind it with one of his own, “ and why'd you come over here to me? ”

          eyes flicker over to her ex standing a few feet away from them, just far enough not to hear what they were saying but close enough to know there was tension going on between the two. for starters, corrine had a decent friendship going on with said ex though she’d like to keep her distance from him. she wondered if he thought that there was still a chance for a rekindling of some sort. not that it mattered, she wasn’t going to go back to him. her feelings were only platonic towards him. which she’s made crystal clear to travis numerous times. “ forgot what having friends was like ? or are you scared that he’ll whisk me away and i’ll somehow fall in love with him again ? ” she snapped back at him. “ don’t tell me what to fucking do. ” the femme walks pass him, throwing her cup in the garbage. doing practically anything to preoccupy herself while he was in her vicinity. her laugh goes off again and the longer she has to listen to her squeaky laugh, the more irate she became. “ cup’s empty. i don’t want to drink anymore. ” words gritted out, jaw basically hardening in place. why was she explaining herself to him ? “ you wanted to see me ? and then what ? ” she turns to face him, corners of her lips turned downward now. “ make me look like an idiot by making me watch you walk in here with her on your arm ? to see me look hurt and miserable because i ——- ” words fail her in that moment. mouth shuts as face turns abruptly to look away from him.

smile dances against her brims when the news that she already knew was admitted against him, and has to fight it back as her lips fall in a straight line, glossed brims mixing together. “ wait a second — it was you?! ” chooses to continue her charade, since the sight of his nervous antics was just too adorable for her to ignore. remembers the kiss, surprisingly considering the amount of alcohol she'd consumed. although, has an idea that a touch of brims with him wasn't something that even the strongest liquor could make her forget. good, was the understatement of the century. “ i swore to myself that when we kissed, i would be sober. ”  emphasizes on the word when, knowing just how tension filled their recent conversations had been. “ so, it was good? that's it? ” tilts her head, searching his face for a sign that she needed to keep lips locked, “ must've lost my touch. ”  

          disbelief etched into his features. she knew this entire time. this entire charade was done to see him sweat, and it absolutely did. he swore that his heart fell into the deepest pit of his stomach, thinking to himself that a kiss was stolen. the kiss last night was the best one he’s ever had. soft, plush lips pressed against his, hungry for one another ——- the feeling forever engraved into his memories. “ when we . . . kissed ? ” it felt like his head was going to explode from information overload. she wanted this: to kiss him while she was sober. it wasn’t just by mistake that they both leaned into the kiss, accepted what was happening between the two. damn near sealing their fates with just one kiss. “ i didn’t want to make myself sound too eager about the kiss since someone decided to pretend they couldn’t remember . . . ” whatever he was doing to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his lips was absolutely failing. kit was never the type to hide his feelings easily. “ i mean, you could always try again. maybe kiss me this time since i kissed you last night. ”

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right here in front of him was his biggest temptation, one that he'd fought away for longer than he'd care to admit : although, it seemed as if no matter how much he tried to pull, made the push towards her even more sinister. drifts down to pouted lip, earning a gentle tug of his own and he delicately places a hand atop glowing skin on her thigh, “ you act like this is new information, sweetheart. ” words hint towards an exit but he's trailing pads of fingers further up, resting just below the zone he needed to stay very far away from. there's an unfamiliar softness in his gaze as she speaks again, a hint of a smile etched against his features as his drifts down towards the dangerous closeness they found themselves in, “ softness is weakness, t. ” and it was that simple, raising back up to her as the dim light shines against each feature perfectly. “ i should go. before that weakness breaks down even more. ”  

          the fact that he was touching her instead of pushing her away was a step in the right direction. at least, that’s what she pieced together in her mind. a delusion she’d push even further with her nails gently scratching the base of his neck. “ only to those who don’t deserve your softness. it could be something powerful if you just let it. ” she needed him to touch her more, to stay with her for a little longer. words didn’t need to be exchanged, they could just simply show one another how the other felt. it’d be a secret just for the two of them to know. “ do you really have to go ? can’t you spare a girl a few seconds to give her a kiss ? ” the hand behind his neck slowly brings him closer to her, her face ascending to meet his; lips barely touching. just one last temptation before she reluctantly has to let him go. “ please ? ” if there was one thing about tatum, she wasn’t above begging.

she's   right   ,   he   had   let   her   go   — but   not   because   he   stopped   loving   her   .   never   that   .   no   ,   she's   only   going   to   be   in   constant   danger   if   her   name   is   attached   to   his   ..   he   had   to   sever   ties   to   protect   her   .   however   ,   never   expected   her   to   move   on   so   quickly   and   right   under   his   nose   .   makes   him   wonder   if   what   they   had   meant   anything   to   her   at   all   ,   or   was   he   another   stop   along   the   way   to   mr.   right   ?   "   you   think   this   is   what   i   wanted   ,   cel   ?   it   fuckin'   kills   me   seeing   you   with   somebody   else   and   you   know   that   .   i   know   you   do   .   don't   act   like   letting   you   go   wasn't   the   hardest   thing   i've   ever   done   .   "   glances   down   the   finger   jabbed   into   taut   pecs   and   immediately   ,   hand   is   flying   out   to   wrap   around   her   wrist   ,   and   drag   her   closer   .   a   selfish   act   ,   because   no   amount   of   proximity   felt   like   enough   when   he   knows   she's   curled   up   in   another   man's   bed   at   the   end   of   every   night   .   it   makes   his   goddamn   eye   twitch   with   disdain   .   "   i   know   !   "   his   voice   raises   in   frustration   and   he's   quick   to   take   a   deep   breath   ,   to   regulate   the   fire   replacing   the   blood   in   his   veins   .   "   i   know   that   .   i   know   this   is   all   my   fault   .   i   don't   need   you   reminding   me   .   "   shouldn't   have   approached   her   ,   should   have   let   sleeping   dogs   lie   and   walked   away   .   but   how   ?   any   time   she   nears   ,   there's   a   tug   in   his   chest   pulling   him   into   her   orbit   — how   the   hell   does   he   just   turn   that   off   ?   there   isn't   an   off   switch   when   it   comes   to   her   .   "   i   want   you   stop   lyin'   to   me   and   lyin'   to   yourself   .   "   jaw   tightens   at   the   sight   of   salt   spilling   down   her   cheeks   ,   thumb   reaching   to   gently   brush   beneath   her   eyes   and   wipe   them   away   .   he's   such   a   piece   of   shit   .   "   i   still   love   you   .   "   as   if   that   much   wasn't   clear   .   "   my   heart   is   still   yours   .   "   and   then   he's   dragging   her   palm   remaining   in   his   grasp   to   press   over   the   left   side   of   his   chest   ,   "   are   you   gonna   pretend   that   means   nothing   to   you   ,   too   ?   "

          “ you don’t get to go around and act all high and mighty, ace. what the hell do you even mean by this isn’t what you wanted ? you ended things with me ! it was hard ? then why did you fucking do it ? why did you break my heart into a million pieces ? ” it felt pointless to continue arguing with him when all it did was leave them running in circles. just where did he get off by saying all of this to her ? each word uttered pushed the knife deeper and deeper into her heart until it was fully at the hilt. for weeks, she has dreamed of him to call her his favorite one last time. to come back to her and forget everything that‘s happened between the two of them. though, that fantasy felt further away with each day that passed. the house she built for them in her mind, the one where they lived happily, burned to the ground. and along with it was the version of celeste that yearned for him. with his hand wrapped around her wrist, voice raised at her. eyes blow wide open, her body flinching. what was meant to be a comforting gesture to wipe away her tears, make her feel safe in his presence was washed away by ash. a sob escapes her, the emotions she’s fought so hard to keep locked away flooded her nervous system. “ it means everything ! but that is why i can’t do this with you. ” a harsh breath is sucked into her lungs, trying to bring life back into her but instead it was misery thrashing in it’s place. “ you made me feel invisible for weeks. all i wanted was to be wrapped in your arms and be told that you loved me. for weeks . . . i waited for you but you never came. ” hands balled up into fists weakly crash into his chest like she was throwing a tantrum. each thump punctuating her last eight words. “ you want me to stop lying but the truth hurts me more than i can even begin to describe. and you’ve hurt me enough. you don’t deserve my truths anymore. ”

MATTHEW BROOME as nick leister in your fault: london (2026)

the   long   stretch   of   silence   says   more   than   lips   ever   could   and   with   every   second   that   passes   ,   she   reverts   more   and   more   within   her   shell   .   shouldn't   have   said   anything   — was   already   such   a   rarity   to   dip   her   toes   into   this   territory   ,   and   quickly   realized   that   there's   a   reason   she   hadn't   .   she   isn't   cut   out   for   this   .   and   clearly   ,   making   this   an   exclusive   deal   isn't   something   he   wants   .   "   nevermind   ,   actually   .   "   cuts   in   while   he   stumbles   and   face   plants   over   nervous   appendage   .   "   no   ,   you're   right   .   it   was   stupid   — just   think   i'm   tired   ,   or   whatever   .   sorry   .   "   turns   away   from   the   vanity   ,   fingers   curled   around   its   edge   behind   her   back   as   she   faces   him   ,   expression   strategically   schooled   to   hide   her   emotions   .   years   of   a   practiced   skill   .   "   we   should   ..   keep   doing   what   we've   been   doing   ,   no   reason   to   fix   something   that   isn't   broken   .   but   i   — "   clears   her   throat   ,   straightening   her   spine   ,   "   i   think   we   should   start   sleeping   with   other   people   ,   too   .   that   way   ,   this   doesn't   happen   again   .   "

          he could feel her disconnecting from this conversation with each word. every single one of them razor sharp and aimed at his heart. his own insecurities holding him back from something that could be good. all he needed to do was to take the leap . . . and bring down the walls that she’s currently building. defeat sank lower and lower into his gut. take a leap of faith or lose this incredible person to another ? “ yves . . . ” shoulders sag before hands drop whatever item of clothing was in his hand. “ i’m scared. not of you, not of us. which sounds crazy considering that you think i don’t want you. ” feet shift over so that he was at her side to kneel by her, eyes looking up at her. “ i’m scared you might see sides of me that would ruin your version of me. and i know it sounds like excuses . . . but god, yves, i’m scared of losing you and it sounds like there’s a chance no matter what i do. ” his throat felt like it was closing up, his anguish stepping closer and closer to make itself known. but his gaze remains on her, hand reaching for hers. “ don’t shut me out, baby. and i won’t either. ”

his   hands   instantly   grab   at   her   thighs,   lifting   her   skirt   as   they   make   their   way   to   her   ass,   giving   it   a   firm   squeeze.   he   hasn’t   forgotten   what   happened   at   the   bar,   was   simply   waiting   for   the   right   moment   to   mark   his   territory.   “   or   ..   i   can   just   show   you.   ”   lips   brush   against   her   neck,   licking   a   stripe   up.   

          she knew exactly what she was doing when she showed up at the bar with this outfit on. men would look at her and hyde would want to possess every single part of her. a breathy moan passes her lips, hips grinding into him. “ then show me. ” she whispers before maneuvering her face to catch his lips. “ i can still feel his hands on my body, sir. you should change that. ”