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Though she was trying to sound mad, Tagg could see though his companion’s façade. He laughed and shrugged. “You were dallying.” Which is what you are doing right now. He reminded himself. Though he’d be thankful to the frigid air to give him a reason to be shaking, the russet man slipped back into the warm water, grinning cheekily. “Yes ma’am!” He teased.
Don’t get distracted.
He couldn’t put this off. She was bound to be dying to know what he wanted to talk about, and it would be rude of him to keep her waiting. He took a deep breath to steady himself, closing his eye for a brief moment to decide what to say. He had to pick the right words. Finally he looked at her, using her silver gaze to ground himself. Ironic, really, considering how her eyes so resembled the heavenly bodies of the night.
“I know it hasn’t been long…” His voice cracked from nervousness, and he cleared his throat before trying again. “I know it hasn’t been long, and I’ve only been back for a relatively short while, but-” He paused again, thinking hard about the confession about to fall from his lips. He took yet another deep breath and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I’m just really nervous. The truth is, I’m scared most of the time. I’m good at hiding it, and sometimes I can even convince myself nothing’s wrong, and that everything is just fine. But it’s not. I’ve been through so much I’ve forgotten what it’s like to not be scared. I’ve forgotten how it feels to go to sleep and not be afraid I’m not going to wake up. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have nightmares, or wake up snarling.”
The words fell out in a gush, and Tagg suddenly found himself unable to stop them. His words were true; it was another reason he’d delayed moving into the pack den for so long. “Even back here, when I knew I was safe and had nothing to fear, I was defensive and terrified. Until… Until you.” The last two words came out quieter than the rest, more like a breath, as his voice failed him for a moment. “You make me feel safe. When I’m sleeping near you at the pack den, when we’re hunting or being silly or just sitting together I feel… whole. Like everything that has happened just falls away and things are normal and that everything is going to turn out alright.”
This was it. This moment right here. His instinct was to look away – he couldn’t bear to see the rejection in her eyes when he finally spit it out, he was so scared – but he didn’t. Her gaze held his, and he didn’t force them apart. “I care. About you.” His sentence was choppy. He blinked and looked away, shaking his head. “No no no, I can’t do this. I can’t lie to you. You deserve better than that.” He looked back into her eyes, bracing himself against the pain he thought was coming. His heart pounded in his ears, filling every fiber of his being. It was hard to catch his breath, hard to focus. He felt light-headed. His legs felt weak, shaking. He took three or four rapid, deep breaths and hoped his lungs – or his voice or his body, for that matter – didn’t give out on him. “I-” It came out as a soft whistle and he tried again.
“I love you.”
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