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“How do you know you love me?”

I palm his face, and say, “Because you’re in every chamber of my heart, you’ve invaded every blood cell, you are in every painting, Kian. You went from a stranger to the man I love.”

“I love you, too.” And his words start a firework that I am not sure will ever be extinguished.

“How do you know?” I counter back, and his dimples appear.

“Because you are all I want, and feel, and need, and think about. I never thought I’d find someone who complements me. All of a sudden, I am imagining a future, planning it with you, because your presence not only makes everything better, it makes it worth living.”

With my chest full of love, hope, dreams, I whisper, “Don’t break my heart, Kian.”

“You either, Ellia.”

I fall asleep in the arms of the man I love, embracing it.

Chapter 23

Ellia

In the car on the way to my parents, I ask him if he’s nervous.

“It’s my first time,” he says, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

I stifle a laugh and he waggles his brows.

“I made some progress.”

I press my legs together when I remember the sex we had this morning, and it must show on my face because he utters a groan, his hands visibly tightening on the wheel.

“Don’t make me pull this car over.”

“In the car? Hmmm. How would it work?”

His face transforms in amusement. “So, you don’t have a problem with it being the middle of the day or that fact that we’re on the highway, but you’re concerned about space?”

“I didn’t think it through,” I say, heat firing up my cheeks. He takes the next exit and I turn to him. “Where are we going?”

“To show you there is plenty of room in this car to fuck.”

As he keeps driving, his hand travels up my bare leg, then he parts my legs. My eyes roll to the back of my head when he tugs at the material and grazes my slickness with the tips of his fingers.

A corn field stretches on our right, and he hits the brakes before he drags me on his lap. Kian lifts my skirt up my waist while I unbuckle his pants. I sheath him with the condom he hands me and moan when I lower myself down on him.

“You feel so good, angel.”

And he shows me there is enough room to bring me to orgasm.

After a three hour drive, we reach the white veranda of my parents’ house, and knock. I tell Kian we’re late, and sure enough, it’s the first thing my dad says to us.

“You’re late, I was worried.”

“Excuse us, sir, it was my fault.”

“No, Kian. Dad, it was mine.”

My dad wraps me in his arms. He extends his hand to greet Kian and says, “Get in here, you two, dinner is ready.”

I search for Mom, following the scent of freshly cooked food, while my boyfriend and my dad make small talk.

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