She blinks, once, twice, a sheen of tears coating her lower lash line. She licks her lips, wetting the plush flesh there, and then surges forward, pressing her lips to my Cupid’s bow, my lower lip, my jaw, wherever she can reach.
“I love you.”
Those three words spill from her tongue, imprinting themselves into my skin, into my soul, into my heart.
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, curling upwards at the edges in sheer happiness. My heart slows down its gallop, returning to its natural rhythm, a feeling of calm dancing through me.
I don’t feel terrified at my admission like I thought I would.
It’s a testament to how much my therapist has been helping me to work though the trauma of my mother’s illness and the events that followed in the last month or so since I’ve been seeing him.
I don’t feel terrified because I know that any feeling I experience, any worry that she’s going to be taken away from me, is worth it to feel even an ounce of Giselle’s love.
Nothing can change that.
Her love gives me strength, it makes me feel on top of the world, able to take on anything.
We humans may be fragile, but the love wefeel, the love wereceive, the love wegive out to others,isn’t.
Fuck me… I didn’t know I could be so poetic.
“Aren’t you so glad I looked through your dance studio window? Hm?”
“What? So, you could look at all the girls and—”
“I was only looking atyou.”
Giselle breaks into a fit of giggles, batting my arm playfully. “Uh huh. Sure. Only because Mrs Platt wouldn’t give you the time of day.”
A full body shiver passes through me. “Shut up.”
“Do you think she can still do the splits?”
“I don’t want to think about it…”
“Do you think—”
Grabbing Giselle’s waist, I roll her over, ignoring her squeal of protest. “It’s a good job I love you.”
Blue eyes framed with thick lashes flutter up at me. “How could you not? I’m not a pick of trouble.”
I trace the pad of my thumb over her lips, still moving with another snarky comment. “Only because I fuck it out of you. Now, come sit on my cock. I need to feel you coming around me again.”
Chapter 31
Giselle
“Mmfuck.”Tipping my head upwards to the ceiling, the ends of my hair tickling my back, I let out a satisfied groan.
Licking my lips, I pitch forward again, this time letting out a small whimper of pleasure as I hit the perfect spot.
“Is it wrong that I’m a little disappointed?”
So caught up in working out my kinks, I don’t hear Hudson letting himself in to my apartment with the key I gave him for our three-month anniversary, until he’s standing in my living room, hands planted on the back of the sofa, watching me go at it.
Frowning up at him, I force myself to stay still. “Huh?”
Subtly tilting his chin up an inch, he gestures silently to the scene in front of him. “You sounded like you we’re getting yourself off.”
