“I love you,” she murmurs between kisses.
“I love you too.”
Her movements become more rushed as she chases her release. Our mouths continue to tangle as she moves up and down on my shaft. I do my best to match her pace and tilt my hips just right.
“Fuck…I’m going to…ah…” She pants. “Come with me.”
Tension coils at the base of my spine, and her pussy flutters around me as we both fall, moaning into each other’s kiss.
The feeling is euphoric, and I know at this moment that whatever happens now that we’re back, with my shoulder or my career, it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is how much we love one another, and nothing can go wrong as long as we have each other.
Rolling out of bed, we both move to get cleaned up, and I accidentally knock my phone on to the floor and under the bed.
“Dammit,” I call out, dropping to the floor to pick it up.
“What happened?” she asks, walking to meet me.
“My phone slid under the bed,” I explain, pushing my good arm under the frame, but the space between it and the floor is small. My face is scrunched up against the hard surface of the bed, and my bare ass is pushed up into the air while I continue to search. I can’t see what I’m reaching for. “Fuck.”
She begins to giggle. “That’s quite the position you’re in.” She cocks her head to the side as I look up toward her. “Do you need help?”
“No, I think…”
My fingers brush up against something hard, and I shove my arm forward as far as I can, gripping the object and pulling it out.
“Shit,” I say, staring at the little blue rock I’m holding. “This isn’t even my phone.”
“What is that?” Claire asks from above me. Handing it to her, I shove the same arm back under the bed. My hand finds something hard again, and I grip it.
“Got it!” I pull my phone out and pop up to meet Claire, but her eyes are locked on the blue stone. “You good?”
“This is apatite,” she says, running her hands over it.
“Huh?” I say, standing to meet her.
“How long do you think it’s been under there?” she asks.
“No idea,” I say, taking it from her and placing it on the nightstand. “I thought we decided those stones were bullshit.”
“Hmm…yeah…maybe.”
We both get cleaned up and walk into the living room. Sitting on the couch, her eyes land on the newspaper. “What’s that?”
“Oh, it was on the doormat when I got back this morning. Figured I’d bring it in.”
“Like right outside my door?”
“Mmhmm,” I say, unwrapping my bagel.
“That’s weird,” she says, grabbing it. “I don’t get the paper.” She slowly unfolds it, and a smile erupts across her face.
“What is it?” I ask around a bite of food.
“Just the Sugarplum Daily News,” she says, turning it to face me. On the front page is a photo of me, her, and Lolly, and the headline reads “Lolly Levine Takes The Christmas Cup.”
Moving to sit next to her, we scan each page of the paper and find every photo we took at the Extravaganza.
Tears form in Claire’s eyes. “I’m really glad it was real.”
