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“Hormones?”

“Well, yeah.”

“I’m not a fourteen-year-old-boy, Evelyn.”

Evelyn smiled as he pressed his hardness tighter against her. “Well, I know that.”

“Listen, mi nena. I know this is scary and I know we can’t pick up where we left off, but I’ve loved you since I was six-years-old, and I love you still. If you don’t feel the same tell me and I’ll walk away when this is over, but I think you do.”

“Well, of course I do.” She threw up her hands in frustration. “You’re cute, sexy, protective, you cook, your home is the shit, and you’re you. I never stopped loving you, Alex, not in fifteen years. That doesn’t mean we can make it work though.”

His grin lit up the room. “You think I’m cute?”

“Oh, you’re incorrigible.” She smiled back at him, her heart light.

“I know but you love me anyway. How about we make no promises and we get through this hit hanging over you. Then we can talk more about where we go from here?” he asked before quickly adding, “although I have no intention of letting you go. Not now and not ever again. I did it once and it nearly killed me. I won’t live without you again, Evelyn.”

“You’ve gotten very bossy in your old age,” she replied as her assent.

“Is that a yes?” He buried his head in her neck kissing her there.

“Yes, it’s a yes,” she breathed.

“Good,” he said and then kissed her again.

Their tongues parried, each seeking to explore to diminish the years apart as they explored each other in the hottest make-out session ever.

Suddenly Alex pulled back. “I want to show you something.”

He knifed from the bed and pulled her with him, and Evelyn did her very best to avert her eyes from the erection that wasn’t hidden in the slightest by his boxer shorts. “Alex, I only have a nightie on, what if someone comes in?” she complained as he dragged her to the door.

He stopped and she crashed into his chest as he turned. “I don’t give a fuck. You’re beautiful, sexy, and home so you can walk around naked if you want. In fact, I would prefer it.” He laughed as she jabbed him in the belly before taking her hand and kissing her palm. “This is your home now, Evelyn, if you want it.”

“Okay, baby,” she replied her voice soft with the love she felt for this man who had in the space of a few days healed some of the pain she had lived with for the last fifteen years.

He walked out of the bedroom and instead of turning to the kitchen or his room he moved to the locked door.

Her heartbeat sped up and she swallowed the tears that threatened. “Alex, you don’t have to…”

He silenced her with a kiss hard and swift to her mouth. “Yes, I do, mi nena,” he said and unlocked the door opening it wide for her to see as he stepped back and plastered his front to her back. His palm on her belly the only thing holding her up as her knees went weak and her vision blurred with hot tears.

“It’s always been you and this room has always been yours,” he said softly as he buried his head in her neck.