“I fucking love you.” Stu Macher steps close, his hands firmly planted over the curves of your waist. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. His thumb traces idle circles beneath your t-shirt, just over your hip. Everything about him seemed to naturally seep into all of your senses.

“But baby, if you ever considered leaving, I think I’d lose a couple screws in due time and I’d stop breathing.” He speaks low in your ear, his words full of warning despite you both knowing he could never and would never hurt you.

“And you’d see the meaning of stalking when I pop out of the dark to find you.” He chuckles softly at the thought, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. He knew it sometimes rattled you with just how intense he could be when it came to you.

“I love you so much my heart stops beating when you’re leaving.” His words are reverent, his voice dripping with sincerity.

“So babydoll,” he pauses, nearly done with his rather dark poem he created. He lifted one hand off your side and grabbed yours. He grasped your fingers, bringing them to his lips. He gingerly pressed a kiss to the inside of them, his eyes closing briefly.

“Don’t ever leave me baby.” The request was almost a command as much as it was a plea. He flicked his bright blue hues over to yours, his eyelids lowered.

Oh the things he would do for you.