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She giggles, leaning in to me, her breath catching in her throat as she whispers, “Is it wrong of me to want to kiss you?”

“No. Although I don’t know why you’re whispering. I’ve wanted to kiss you since you walked in the door just now.” I bend my head, but she pulls back, putting some space between us.

“I don’t think we should,” she says, her eyes darting around the room.

“Why not? It’s allowed, Macy.” Her ex clearly got to her, and while I hate that thought, at least there’s something I can do about it… like pull her into my arms and hold on tight. She still looks around, like she’s making sure no-one’s watching us, but I grab her chin in my hand, holding her still, and then I dip my head again, touching my lips to hers. To start with, I think about keeping it brief, but then I figure, why should I? I want her, and she wants me, and I don’t really care who knows, so I deepen the kiss, smiling when she moans into my mouth, my tongue delving and caressing hers.

She breaks the kiss first, but that doesn’t surprise me, and I’m just relieved she doesn’t pull away from me. Instead, she looks up into my eyes, unable to disguise the doubt in hers.

“Are you sure that was okay?” she says, biting on her bottom lip.

I free it with my thumb and smile down at her. “Okay? You need to find a better adjective, Mace, because there’s nothing about you that’s okay. You’re fucking amazing.”

“I don’t mean the kiss itself,” she says, shaking her head. “I mean the fact of us kissing.”

“Of course it was. Like I said, I’ve wanted to kiss you since you got here.”

“I know. I feel the same, but we’re at work, Dawson. We shouldn’t…”

“Yes, we should. As often as possible.” Her eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise as I pull her closer. “We can do whatever we like. It’s still my place, babe… so we’ll play by my rules.”

She giggles, but I drown out the sound of the bells with another kiss… and this time it’s a much longer one.

Chapter Nineteen

Macy

There’s been a lot of kissing since then..

In fact, there’s been a lot of everything… and I’ve enjoyed every second of it.

I may have only brought an overnight bag with me on that first day, reminding Dawson, when he asked, that I wasn’t moving in, but later that evening, when we went up to his apartment, he suggested I did.

“We don’t need to rush things,” I reminded him, leaning back in his arms. It felt as though we’d rushed enough already, but it seemed he still didn’t agree, and he just grinned at me.

“I’m not.”

“Really?”

“No. But can you honestly say you’ll be okay waking up alone? Not tomorrow, but maybe the next day, or the day after that?” I thought about it for roughly a second and shook my head. “Neither will I,” he said, and then he lowered me to the couch. I wanted to ask what was going on… why we were wasting time with the couch when we could have been making our way to the bedroom, but then I realized he didn’t intend just sitting there. He had other things in mind, and even though it was late already, he took his time, kneeling before me and tasting me, making me come on his tongue, before he parted my legs even wider, shimmying into the space between them, andentering me. “I don’t ever wanna wake up without you again,” he said, and I nodded my head, unable to speak as he took me to even greater heights.

We made it to the bedroom eventually, where I was surprised to find Dawson had cleared some space in his closet. It’s enormous, taking up most of one wall, and when I’d put my things away, he looked down at me and said, “I said you didn’t bring enough,” and we both laughed, although I yelped with surprise when he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed, dropping me onto the mattress.

Sleep was a while in coming, but it was a while that was filled with so much love, neither of us minded in the slightest. The feeling of drifting off with his arms around me, my head on his chest, and our legs entwined, both of us more than satisfied, was one I knew I wanted to repeat… every single night.

I didn’t realize that Dawson had set an alarm, but it woke us the next morning with a start.

“What’s going on?” I said, sitting up as he switched it off and pulled me back down into his arms.

“I set the alarm.”

“I realized that, but why?”

“Because there are things we need to do this morning.”

“There are?”

“Yeah… starting with a shower.”

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