I kiss him. Quick at first, just a press of lips.
Then again.
Deeper this time. Slower. He kisses back. Fingers sliding into my hair.
Our legs tangle. My hand finds his waist.
How am I supposed to let him go away now?
We pull away eventually, breathless and grinning. "I think you might've blacked me out," I say. "I mean it. I saw some kind of celestial event."
He snorts. "You're such a dumbass."
"A dumbass who rocked your entire existence."
He smirks. "One time. Let's not get cocky."
"Oh baby," I laugh.
"I was already cocky. Now I'm historically legendary."
He slaps my chest. I catch his wrist, kiss the inside of it just to be annoying.
He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "You are unbelievable."
"I'm unforgettable."
"Unbearable."
"Unbutton me again and say that."
"Gio."
I grin and kiss him again, his jaw, his cheek, everything. I've probably kissed this man more times than I've kissed anyone else in my entire life. I grab the back of his head and pull him down onto my chest.
I run my fingers through his hair. If before I felt like he is mine, now it's double.
Triple. Off the fucking charts. I don't care if he feels the same. I like living in my own version of reality.
In my head, he's mine. End of story.
This right here is my heaven. I used to think nothing could beat the feeling of flying down the road on the Ducati. Thought that was peak happiness, that rush, that insane speed.
But look at this.
Something this slow, just beat it. Him breathing against my chest. This feels better than any highway, any race, any night ride.
Everything is perfect right now.
But my stomach growls. Loudly.
Rava lifts his head. "Was that you?"
"I'm starving," I say, without shame.
He squints. "We just had sex."
"Exactly. I burned calories."
