“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe when she’s stretched out before me.
Her eyes glitter as she gazes up at me. “You’re pretty spectacular yourself.” She reaches for me, pulling me on top of her, lips seeking mine. It’s like the first time all over again just with less urgency.
Because we have nowhere else to be, nothing else to think about except each other.
Another spectacular moment in time, coupled with all the others from the last couple of months, that made me fall in love with her.
“I love you,” I whisper softly, eyes boring into hers as I slide into her.
Then I realize I’m bare.
“Wynter!” I start to pull out but she shakes her head.
“It’s okay. I’m protected. And I don’t want anything between us. Not now, not ever again.”
“Fuck, baby.” I drop my forehead to hers and thrust in deep.
She pulls in a slow, shaky breath and sighs.
“That feels so good.”
“I was going to buy you a ring,” I admit. “Then I realized I don’t know what you’d like.”
“Whatever you choose will make me happy.”
I smile. “You make me happy.”
We start to move, bodies in perfect harmony. Kind of like the rest of us. Like everything has finally fallen into place. I don’t know how I lived so many years without her, but now that she’s mine, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing her how I feel.
“Ross.” Her breath is choppy, eyes starting to glaze over as I thrust in and out.
And I’m right there with her.
This goes so far beyond sex. So far beyond anything physical. Our bodies connect but so do our minds. Our hearts. Our souls. Maybe that’s a cliché but I don’t care. I didn’t know how other people fall in love but I’m doing it just like this. Deep inside her, fingers of both hands locked, everything inside me finally finding its way home.
Because no matter where we are, Wynter is my home.
I don’t know when it happened, but I have zero doubts.
“Ross…” She nips my lower lip and I smile.
“Ready to come for me?”
“So ready.”
I feel her clench tighter, her fingers squeeze mine, and then we’re both toppling over the edge. I stroke my tongue against hers as we go, anxious to be as connected as humanly possible, and finally, after a blissful eternity, I collapse against her.
“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she says after a little while. “Where the emotional and the physical are equally passionate.”
“It’s pretty great, right?” I roll to the side but take her with me so we’re nestled together.
“I was so mad at you for risking this,” she admits. “I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t talk to me, to at least tell me you were okay. And I decided I couldn’t be with someone like that.”
I tense for a second but then remember we’ve moved past all that.
“Never again,” I vow solemnly. “You have my word. I needed…I don’t know. I can’t say I’m not over the past, because for the most part, I am. But there are obviously some lingering issues.”
“Look, you will never be okay with the person who killed them. Never. But Tommy didn’t do it. He was literally a child. Taking it out on him is not just unproductive, it’s harmful to you, both personally and professionally.”
