Page 151 of Never You

“How are you, baby?” He holds my face between his hands, then pushes his lips against mine.

“I’m good.”

“Yeah? All set?”

“Just need to make some gravy, and then we’re ready to go.”

He twists me in his arms, pressing my back against his chest with his arms around my waist.

“Is this what you wanted for Friendsgiving?” He buries his nose in my neck, placing a scorching kiss on my sensitive skin there.

“Hmm, yes. But I’m starting to have second thoughts if you keep doing that,” I purr, leaning into his touch.

“What? This?” He starts a trail of open-mouthed kisses that have me melting in his arms, and I let out a tortured moan.

“Jensen,” I growl. “Not fair.”

“I know,” he whispers in my ear, “but don’t worry. I’m saving you for dessert.”

He lets go of me, grabbing my hand to drag me behind him toward the kitchen.

“Jensen, you can’t say shit to me like that when the night just started!” I screech, feeling an ache forming between my legs.

“What?” he counters with a playful smirk that makes the flutter grow at a fast pace. “Sounds like the perfect Friendsgiving ending, if you ask me.”

I shake my head with a half glare.

When I told him I wanted a Thanksgiving dinner with our friends to celebrate our new house, he stepped up as the perfect boyfriend, inviting them all for the night before Thanksgiving. He helped with the groceries, and he even helped me with the turkey this morning before he had to go to practice, making it our first cooked meal together. I don’t know why that feels so special to me, but it does.

I held off for a few weeks, telling him moving in that early was too quick, but it’s times like this when I’m glad I agreed after his persistence.

The knowledge of waking up next to him tomorrow morning and the promise of his touch before we go to sleep has me happier than ever.

Glancing around the kitchen, a smile slides in place, giving me that feeling I haven’t felt in a long time. Peace. Safety.

“What time is Della coming home tomorrow?” I ask, tugging Jensen toward me.

He wraps his arm around my neck, kissing my hair. “Around nine. I’ll go and pick her up. You can sleep in.”

When Jensen’s parents threatened to not pay for her tuition to go to Yale, Jensen and Finn both agreed to pay all her school fees so she could go to college without a worry.

But when those three siblings agreed to that, Della dropped the bomb confessing that she’d rather go to Berkeley anyway.

Mr. and Mrs. Jensen weren’t pleased, as you can imagine. So, Della moved in with Jensen for the summer until she went to Berkeley in the fall. We kept her room as it is, because we both agreed she shouldn’t have to go to New York if she doesn’t want to. I’ve been trying to push Jensen to talk to his parents, to try to work things out, but so far none of the Jensen kids seem keen on working things out with their parents. I’m letting it go for now, but I hope one day we can all have Thanksgiving together.

“It’s okay, I’ll come with you. I’ve missed her.”

He dips his chin, and I can feel his eyes burning through my body. When I look up, affection is clear in his gaze, and heat flares up my cheeks.

“I got you something.” I still can’t believe I did it, it being fucking permanent and all, but then again I can’t see my life without this man anyway.

“Hmm, what’s that?”

Daringly licking my lower lip, I hold his gazes with hooded eyes as I push the thick fabric of my black pants down.

“Rae, what are you doing?” His vision trails down, growing wider as I keep pushing until it exposes the skin just below my hip. Tucked between the swell of my thigh and flesh of my most sensitive part is a piece of ink that’s forever etched in my body.

A soft black heart next two three letters.

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