“Well, that was pretty fucking amazing,” he husked, kissing my nose. I grinned back at him, feeling like a cheshire cat.
The look we exchanged after our lovemaking would stay with me forever.
After a deep breath, Reed then lowered his body, twisting to one side of me so I wasn’t flattened by his weight. He withdrew slowly, and I winced, the movement causing slight discomfort.
“Did I hurt you?” The aftermath of sex was everywhere, in my nostrils, against my skin, and I wondered if I would ever move again. Everything felt tender, pushed to its limits, and I reveled in that marked, satisfied feeling.
My eyes closed, and I smiled as he shifted to lie beside me, drawing me into his arms. “A little,” I admitted.
“You took me so fucking well, sweetheart.”
I wrapped my arms around his.
We were still lying on top of the bed. The covers had shifted slightly beneath us, but a shiver snaked up my torso.
“Are you cold?” he asked as I turned towards him, wrapping my limbs around his, seeking his heat.
His chin came to rest on the top of my head as I pushed my face into the nook of his neck, kissing his throat.
And then I replied. “Not any more.”
One last thought slipped into my mind as I allowed Reed to cuddle me. Something he had always been excellent at.
We hadn’t used protection.
I had to say something even though I’d only had my period recently and so wasn’t concerned about pregnancy.
“We didn’t use anything,” I explained.
I felt his body flex. “I know. By the time I realized that wild horses couldn’t have stopped me. I’m sorry, Storm. It was careless of me.”
I lifted my head out of his neck and looked up. “It’s OK.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“No. But I had my period recently, and so we don’t need to worry about that.” I didn’t want to spell out what I was thinking about. How many girls had Reed been with while we had been apart?
He must have been able to read my body language. “You don’t have to worry. I get tested regularly, and I’m clean. Plus, I don’t sleep around, no matter what the press says. I’ve been too busy to be honest.”
“Great,” I said, still feeling miserable about the thought of Reed with other women.
“Hey,” Reed whispered, tipping my chin up to meet his gaze. “How about we stop talking and I order us some room service?”
Dashing away painful thoughts of Reed with someone else, I smiled. “That sounds perfect.”
“Why don’t you freshen up. I’ll order, and we could watch a movie together? Like we used to?”
My heart throbbed in my chest. The way he spoke almost made it feel like we were together, doing normal couple-like things.
But of course, that wasn’t the case, and once morning came, I knew I had to make sure he understood that.
For that one night alone, I dropped my guard and went with it. Living out that dream that had always been just out of reach.
The dream that Reed and I were in love, and this was our happy ever after.
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STORM
