"I love you," I said again, because I needed her to hear it. "I love you, and I'm sorry for shutting you out. It won't happen again."
"It might happen again," she said practically. "You're going to have bad days. Days when you can't let anyone in. And that's okay. As long as you come back to me eventually."
"Always. I'll always come back to you."
We sat on the couch together, her tucked against my side, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe again.
"What happens now?" she asked softly.
"Now? Now we do the work. I focus on healing, really healing this time, not just physically. You work on your own recovery, your own future." I kissed the top of her head. "And we figure out this relationship thing together. No more hiding. No more secrets."
"I like the sound of that."
"Me too."
Rosie reached up, kissing me, but before I could deepen the kiss, catcalling sounded around us. I rolled my eyes and looked up at Oliver and Liam standing in the entrance, grinning.
“Glad to see you’re alive…” they teased.
“Yeah, me too,” I nodded, pulling Rosie up and towards the stairs.
“We know Aaron is okay with this, but you never actually had a girl in your room,” Liam called after me as we climbed the stairs.
“Fuck off,” I flipped him off, as my girlfriend reached my door.
It was true: she was the first girl to enter my room, and I wished I could see it from her point of view. It was a mess, but there was no judgment on her face, just curiosity, as she took in the room and sat on my bed.
“I missed you,” she said, voice smaller than before, but eyes glimmering.
“Missed you too,” I knelt in front of her. Her fingers sank into my hair, and she pulled me to herself, kissing me.
I could never get enough of her wanting me, of her unconditional and unwavering love. I didn’t deserve her, yet I wanted to do everything in my power to make it up to her.
“Let me take care of you,” she muttered over my lips, smiling her dangerous, sweet smile.
“Thorn,” I started to argue, but she shook her head, silencing me as she stood. Her fingers worked the strings of my joggers, and within minutes she loosened them, pulling my pants to my ankles and kneeling in front of me.
Fuck, the sigh of her kneeling there was enough to make me blow my load.
She licked her lips, eying my erection, before she licked it from the base all the way to the tip.
A loud groan escaped me, and I wrapped her messy ponytail around my hand and guided her to the tip.
“No teasing, I need you.” My voice came out all raspy as she opened wide, and I held her head steady as I guided myself into her pretty mouth.
It felt incredible, the way she closed her perfect lips around me, licking and sucking on my length with so much passion and enjoyment, like it was her favorite lollipop.
“You are doing it so well, Thorn,” I praised her, and she smiled around me proudly, her eyes finding mine. “Can I…?” I asked, worried I might be pushing her too far, too soon.
Rosie nodded, her unwavering trust mirrored in her gaze.
I secured my grip on her hair and angled her head to hit the back of her throat perfectly, as I pumped my hips faster.
“If at any point… It’s too much. Tell me,” I grunted, but she only held my gaze and let me fuck her mouth the way I imagined it many times when she talked back to me.
Gosh, I thought about coming down her throat an insane amount.
“Do you think you can swallow it?” I asked, and she nodded again. “You’re going to be a good girl and swallow every last drop?” Rosie eagerly nodded around me, her eyes watering as I hit the back of her throat.
