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My heart feels like it’s going to burst in my chest. This is the best moment of my life.

“Sorry to interrupt,” comes a voice behind me, and I growl as I break the kiss and turn around.

An amused looking teen is there holding a pizza box, and I grab my wallet, hand him two twenties and grab the pizza from him.

“Have a good night,” he says cheerfully.

I turn back to Mira, passing her the pizza, and she tries to hide her grin behind her hand.

“Are you hungry?” She asks, and I nod.

We head inside, and I kick the door closed behind us. She grabs the flowers and chocolates and sets everything down in the kitchen.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I tell her as she opens the chocolates and pops one in her mouth.

“Thank you.”

She chews, and I grab two plates from the cabinet and set them next to the pizza.

“Listen, I want to be with you, but I think we still need to talk.”

“Okay,” I agree, and we take a seat at the counter.

“I like when you take care of me or show that you are thinking of me, but I want to take care of myself too. I want space to grow and explore.”

“Whatever you want, Mira. I’ll give it to you.”

“What about you?” She asks, and I shake my head.

“I just want you to be safe, healthy, and happy. As long as you are, then I’m good.”

She smiles at me as she grabs a slice of pizza, and I smile back as I grab my own slice.

This isn’t what I envisioned for our Valentine’s Day, but as long as I’m with Mira, I’m happy.

“I didn’t get you a gift,” she tells me as we’re cleaning up, and I shrug.

“That’s fine. I don’t need anything,” I assure her.

“I think that I have something else in mind,” she says, her voice going low and husky, and my dick stands at attention.

When she runs her hand low over my back, I turn and follow her back towards her bedroom.

ELEVEN

Mira

I didn’t quite realizehow much I missed being with Townes like this until he’s pulling my clothes off. Our skin brushes against each other, and I sigh, enjoying the feel of his hot, hard body against mine.

Our clothes are in a pile at our feet, and I smile as he lifts me in his arms easily and carries me over to the bed.

“I missed you so much,” he tells me, and I nod.

“I missed you too.”

“Now tell me that you love me,” he says, then catches himself. “Shit, I’m sorry, Mira. I swear that I’m trying.”

“No, it’s alright. I kind of like when you’re in charge when we’re in the bedroom,” I admit and he smirks down at me.