“That’s a good girl,” he says, and I fucking break. Shattering again, my orgasm sends shockwaves through my body. And then I watch as he follows me over the edge, his whole body shaking as a whimper escapes from his throat.
I slow my movements, enjoying every second of this. Ofhim. And then he pulls me down into his embrace, his strong arms circling me, his body pressed against mine.
We stay wrapped up in each other, tangled in limbs and warmth, his arms a fortress around me.
I close my eyes, pressing my cheek to his chest. His heartbeat is steady, strong. Safe. A lullaby that only I get to hear.
Neither of us speaks for a long time. There’s no need.
Eventually, he shifts just enough to brush the hair back from my face. His fingers are soft and reverent.
“Was that okay?” he whispers.
I laugh. Quiet and breathless. “Okay? That was… everything.”
His lips graze my forehead. “I just wanted to make it perfect for you.”
“It was,” I say. “You were.”
There’s a pause, the kind that stretches gently between two people who know the world is still waiting outside the walls of the room. Waiting to break in. Waiting to ruin this.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” I murmur, not even sure I meant to say it out loud.
Theo doesn’t answer right away, he just holdsme tighter. His chest rises and falls beneath me like ocean waves, steady and rhythmic, trying to keep the storm away.
“I know,” he finally says. “Me too.”
The words hang heavily between us. Both beautiful and dangerous, all wrapped into one.
We can’t stay here forever and we can’t hide. We both know it. But for right now, in this moment, it’s just us. Just our bodies, our hearts, and our reckless, impossible love.
He tilts my chin up, his eyes darker now, softer. “Sophie… I need you to know something.”
My stomach flutters. “Okay.”
“This isn’t just a fling to me. Or some secret I plan to forget once it gets hard. You’re not temporary.”
I blink back the burn behind my eyes. “Neither are you.”
His lips brush mine again, the truth of his words conveyed with just that simple press of our mouths.
“I’ll fight for you,” he murmurs. “Even if the whole world tells me I shouldn’t.”
I curl closer, pressing every part of me against him. “Then we’ll fight together.”
36
THEO
Iwake up early for a Sunday morning, my brain hard-wired to awaken with the sun rising. Sophie is still curled up against me, one leg draped over mine, her head resting on my chest. Her beautiful brown curls twine around my arm, warm and soft, trapping me there with her like ivy clinging to a tree.
If I didn’t have to, I’d never leave her embrace. I study her features, so beautiful and relaxed in sleep. Her pouty, full lips are slightly parted, and her long, dark lashes fan across her cheeks. She’s every man’s dream, but no one else gets to touch her. No one else gets her sleepy smiles or whispered thoughts at night. Just me.
And most days, I still can’t believe it. Life has become surreal.
A beautiful mess of emotional highs and lows that I wouldn’t trade for anything. Sophie Wilson walked into my life and rewrote it completely, no matter how this ends. As much as I hope we’ll get our happily ever after, life has shown me time and time again that it doesn’t care about happy endings.
So for now, I hold on with everything I have. For now, I stay present. Because who knows what tomorrow will bring.
