“I love you,” I say into his neck.
“Thank fucking god. I love you, too,” he breathes into my collarbone.
THIRTY-FOUR
Elias
We manageto peel apart for long enough so that we can go to work the next day, but I’m inside of her for most of Friday evening and Saturday morning and afternoon.
Even if we’re not fucking or making love, because we’re doing a bit of both, I’m glued to her. I can’t leave. She’s my home, and she’s mine, and I can’t believe how lucky I am. We have to make up for weeks or maybe years of lost time.
She falls asleep Saturday afternoon on top of me, her body resting on my chest, my dick still inside her. I refuse to leave. I fall asleep, too.
When I wake up an hour later, she’s still on top of me, but I’ve slipped out. It takes me half a second to get hard again and slide back in, her pussy still wet from my come from earlier.
She moans.
It’s slow and soft and gentle, both of us barely moving, half asleep and just enjoying the feeling of closeness and intimacy.
It’s insane, this feeling.
I end up crushing her into the bed, after, still not pulling out.
“I live here, now,” I tell her.
“Don’t ever move,” her muffled voice says, her arms attempting to wrap around my torso.
“I still have to talk to Leo,” I say, after several minutes.
“I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t talk about my brother while inside me,” she says from underneath me.
I roll over. “I feel like a piece of shit for what I did to him,” I admit.
“What exactly did you do to him?”
I rub my eyes. “I fucked his little sister. I made her cry,” I attempt weakly.
“That’s incredibly disparaging,” she says, poking me in the side. “Try that again, but this time, pretend that I’m the love of your life.”
I laugh feebly, taking her hand and kissing the tip of each finger. Observing and appreciating every detail of the hand of the love of my life. I think about it. “He asked me to stay away from his sister. I ended up falling in love with her instead. But then I pushed her away, because I’m a giant fuck-head himbo, and I had to beg for her forgiveness. And now we are in love and together forever and for all eternity.”
“Better,” she says, snuggling into my side. “But I don’t think you need to apologize for the first part of that.”
“What part?”
“The part about not listening to him when he asked you to stay away from me. That’s ridiculous. I’m an adult.”
I fix my arm so she lies on my shoulder. “I know you are. But I’m in a weird spot here. I feel like it’s worth a conversation with him. At least before we both show up in love at Thanksgiving or something. Holding hands and making out in front of the turkey.”
She hums. “True. A conversation is probably necessary. Especially after he rocked you in the face.”
I wince, the skin of my cheek tingling when I remember the feeling. “Right.”
Mia rolls over to reach for her phone on her bedside table. She fiddles around on it for a moment. “He texted me,” she says.
“Leo?”
“Yeah. He said, ‘you’re not here so I’m assuming you went back to the dickhead. I’m cleaning up the mourning nest for now.’”
