The blood flow’s finally coming back. Thank god.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, panic creeping higher in his voice.
“I’m fine,” I chuckle. “Come here.”
I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in. He slumps into me, soft and boneless. I’m still inside him. And for a while, we just stay like that. Not talking. Just skin on skin, hot breath, and the hazy quiet afterglow.
Eventually, Moon exhales and shifts off my lap, moving slow, wincing a little as he settles onto the bed beside me.
I take the condom off, tie it, toss it in the bin, then head into the en-suite and come back with a warm, damp towel. We’re both a mess—sweaty and flushed—and I clean us up, then toss the towel and climb back into bed.
We slide under the covers and pull in close.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Great,” he says automatically.
“Don’t lie.” I raise an eyebrow. “I saw you wince a minute ago.”
He smirks. “A little sore. But I’ll live.”
“Sorry,” I say, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
Moon shifts closer and tucks himself under my arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s sweet. Domestic, even. And it makes my chest ache.
Then he murmurs, voice quiet, face pressed against my chest, “Is it too soon to ask what this is?”
I chuckle, glancing down at him—his face red as a beet.
“That depends,” I say.
“On what?”
“What we want.”
He’s quiet for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, he says, “I want you to meet my mom.”
The second it’s out of his mouth, he freezes—like he’s horrified he said it out loud. I laugh as he curses under his breath and starts to backtrack, but I cut him off.
“I’d love to,” I say, leaning in until he meets my eyes.
He blinks, completely thrown. “You would?”
I nod, then add, “I want to date. If you’re up for it.” Now it’s my turn to feel flustered.
“Yes,” Moon says quickly, his cheeks flaming. “Cool.”
“And I want to be exclusive,” I say, heart pounding. No more holding back.
“Makes sense,” he says. “Me too.”
“We can figure the rest out as we go.”
“Deal,” he says—maybe a little too fast—then grins so hard I can’t help but smile back.
And just like that, I feel stupidly, ridiculously happy.
He lets out a sigh, breathing me in, pressing into my neck, one leg wedged between mine. We go quiet. After a minute, his breathing evens out.
