“Another,” I say, elated.
He hits one more, then the next one in quick succession. I rip open the cards.
Real.
Date.
“Yes,” I call out, even though there are several more foxes.
“I’m not done,” he says, the first words he’s uttered.
“The answer is still yes.”
His smile fills my whole entire soul. It’s rare to see, and usually it’s just for me. I cherish it like I cherish him.
He hits the rest of the foxes my way, and when he’s done, I’m over the moon as I read them all.
Go on a real date with your ex fake boyfriend who lovesyou.
The second I open theyoucard, I’m up and rushing to the ice, climbing over the row, racing to the bench. “I love you. For real. It’s all real. I want us to be together.”
He scoops me up in his arms and pulls me onto the ice, sets me down, and wraps his hands around my waist. “I love you so much, Remy. So much I don’t even know what to do with all these feelings. I hope it’s not too much for you. But god, I just want to love you. Let me. Please let me.”
He sounds so desperate, so hopeful, and it’s such a gift to receive all his love.
I cup his cheeks, and it’s been just a few days, but it’s been too long. I’ve missed his stubble, his scent, his mouth,him.“You’re all I want.”
I kiss him, soft and tender and real, showing him that everything is real for me.
When I break the kiss, he looks woozy, drunk on me. “I should have said something at the wedding. It’s been hell without you.”
“I should have too. I’m sorry I didn’t. I was so scared I’d misunderstood what was happening.”
“Fuck, I’ve missed you. I love you. I need you,” he says, then tucks his finger under my chin, like he did that first night. “And just so it’s clear…” He stops talking and lifts up the hem of his jersey. My hand flies to my mouth. On his stomach is a brand-new tattoo. A pretty, delicate line work of a hummingbird. “For you.”
And I fall even more in love with my very real boyfriend.
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NUMBER FIVE
LAKE
Remy can’t stop staring at my new ink as she rides my cock. She rises up and down, owning my body and my mind as she admires the new lines on my abs. It’s mind-bending: the feel of her, the heat of her, and thecare. The way she’s mesmerized by the tattoo, all while she chases her pleasure.
The bed shakes. The headboard creaks. She moans. I growl. Electricity shoots down my spine, like a fuse is lit and crackling. Just a few more moments before it explodes.
I grip her hips, pull her down tighter, harder.
She rocks her hips, taking me deeper and nearly touching the hummingbird the entire time.
The makeup sex is almost,almost, worth the three miserable days apart.
“Love this,” she mutters as she gestures to the bird’s wings.
“Love you,” I bite out.
I slide my hand between her thighs, helping her along.
