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MILO
Xander tacklingme onto the bed was starting to become a routine part of my life, and I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t wantanyof this to stop.
He pinned me down by the shoulder and kissed me like I’d been gone for years, which I got, because it’d felt like it to me, too. Just one day of missing him had been too much for me. I never wanted to miss him like that again.
I shoved my hands up under his t-shirt to feel the warmth of his skin under mine, to prove to myself that he was really here. That I’d walked away from my old life after all, and I wasn’t going back, and this was why.
Xander squeaked into my mouth as I slipped both hands past the waistband of his sweatpants and grabbed two handfuls of his ass.
“You just want me for the sex,” he teased, looking down at me with dark eyes and kiss-swollen lips.
“I want you for the cinnamon rolls, actually,” I said. “The sex is a bonus.”
Xander laughed like we hadn’t been apart for even a minute, and then he kissed me again, and the last of the knots in my stomach unraveled all at once. I moaned into his mouth as he ground against me, so happy to have both hands on him that I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but hold him closer.
Xander’s fingers slid into my hair and tugged hard enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I didn’t care. He could pull and tug and squeeze and shove as hard as he wanted, as long as he was here, as long as it meant I got to keep him. I’d almost made the mistake of losing him, I wanted everything he was willing to give me right now.
He bit my lip and rolled his hips against me, pressed our foreheads together and panted in time with me and fumbled his way through opening my pants and shoving his sweats out of the way.
“Missed you,” Xander murmured against my lips, like he couldn’t stand the thought of being separated by even half an inch.
“Oh, so it’syouwho wantsmefor the sex,” I teased.
Xander laughed, catching my lips for another kiss, pushing me down harder into the mattress. “Finally,” he said. “I’ve been telling you this whole time.”
A week ago I wouldn’t have believed that anyone could want me like he wanted me, but that was a week ago. My life had changed a lot since then.
Xander paused, a stray curl flopping over his forehead as he looked me in the eyes, searching.
“I love you,” he said, wetting his lips. “You’ve got that, right?”
A slow smile spread over my face, joy swelling under my ribcage so hard I was almost afraid I’d break something.
“I’ve got that,” I said. “I love you, too.”
“I know.” Xander grinned at me, and dammit, I wasnevergetting used to that smile.
I didn’t want to, either. I wanted it to feel like the best thing I’d ever seen, every single time.
“You said,” he added, leaning in for another kiss.
We managed to slow down after that, Xander unbuttoning my shirt without losing any more buttons, hissing as I dragged his t-shirt over sensitive skin and splayed my hands over him, trying to touch every inch at once.
“Always love the way you feel,” Xander said, running a hand down my side, pausing at the scar that cut through my belly to run his thumb along it. “Glad you’re here.”
“Me too.” I smiled up at him. I couldn’tstopsmiling. Not now that I’d made the best decision of my life.
Xander bit his lip, leaning back to look me up and down.
“Can I suck your cock?” he asked.
I blinked at him.
“You really don’t—”
He shut me up with a finger pressed to his lips. “I won’t if you actually don’t want me to, butIwant to,” he said. “Haven’t had a chance yet.”
