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Being Her

A series of one-shots in Claire's perspective throughout the series For Her.

Um, will not go in any order. they come as i get bored enough to write them. PSSSTTT if you want a new story, go review with her!

37. Dinner

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“Claire! Hello!” he practically shouts. I grin.

“Hi, Quil.” He’s home early, and I give him an inquisitive glance. With a shrug, he explains.

“I just wanted to see you.”

I laugh aloud. It’s so inconceivable. He’s unattainably wonderful. He’s the sort of boy that every girl in school would have a crush on, from a distance. He’s the sort of man that no one can help but love, once you get to know him. And he wants me. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.” He doesn’t seem to think it’s at all strange, either, that he’s completely devoted to me. I do.

I turn back to the dinner. I stir the sauce quickly, before it boils over. The spaghetti is cooking, long strands caught in the tumultuous churn of water. I pull out plates, too, and begin to put the meal together.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Quil. He’s staring openly, his jaw dropping a little. He’s looking at me, staring at me, with an expression I can’t even describe. Devotion? Adoration? Worship? Love?

There isn’t a word for it. He’s not quite ogling me—I can see desire, that’s obvious, but it’s clearly more complex than that. I smile just a little bit and turn around to face him. “Dinner is served,” I say.

“Thanks, honey,” he replies.

I laugh again, so happy it feels like the world is laughing with me, and carry Quil’s dinner over to him.

He takes a bite, devouring it as always. He pauses about halfway through to say, “Mmm… this is really good.”

I feel myself turn pink. “Thanks.”

Quil’s eyes widen. He’s staring again, even more intently than before. A second ago, I wouldn’t have thought it possible.

“What are you looking at?”

“You. Sorry…” he begins.

“That’s funny,” I say. It’s odd, abnormal. Something’s amiss, that he should be destined for me when I am so unworthy of it.

“You really don’t get it, do you, Claire? How I feel?”

His voice is suddenly intent. I meet his gaze and hear my heart stutter in my chest. Those eyes are even more powerful like this. “No. Explain it to me?”

He’s still staring. I am unable to take my eyes away from his, so I can’t see anything else, only the raw love, the vast power, as he speaks. No, promises. I have so much trouble with verbs nowadays. None of them seem strong enough. I don’t love Quil. It’s more than that. I don’t need him. More than that. He isn’t staring at me. More than that…

“Well, when you were ten, I played it down, explaining it in a way that wouldn’t scare you, because it’s really pretty scary. It’s… intense. For me, at least. Having the entire focus of the universe. It’s like that saying, look out for number one. Only number one isn’t me anymore, it’s you. You matter the most. And keeping you safe and happy is everything. You need me, I’m there. You want me, I’ll do anything.”

I struggle for breath. The devotion I need more than anything is mine, unconditionally. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything, you don’t need to do anything, and I’ll love you. All you have to do is… well, nothing. Whatever you are, I’ll love. Whatever you want, I’ll be.”