Page 46 of Make Me Feel Again

Images flash through my head from last night, making my stone-hard dick ache all that more. Her pussy, her tits, her eyes. The way she looked at me when I was moving inside her slowly. I glance down at her mass of hair that tickles my arm, her face laying on my chest, tilted up, her mouth open slightly.

The ache in my chest kicks in again. Realizing I loved Rylee last night, had me dreaming of a life with her. I see it all, the house, the kids. Seeing her with a bump makes me feel twitchy, like I want to see it now. These feelings are new to me. I don’t think I’ve ever truly loved someone, because I’ve never felt this before. I don’t feel like Rylee has given herself fully to me yet, and I understand why, but it makes me wonder if she ever will. Will she ever love me? My heart picks up at the thought, and then her eyes open and lock with mine. For a minute, I don’t know why, but I panic that she may have regrets about last night until a small smile creeps up on her face.

“Morning, creep.” She holds onto me tighter, closing her eyes again.

“I could stare at you every day while you sleep.” My sleepy voice breaks through. I don’t even think before saying that, but I don’t regret it one bit. I would do anything to wake up in this position with her every day.

Her eyes open. The smile disappearing.

“Thank you, Cash.”

“For what.” I frown.

“Bringing me here, being here with me,” she says before laying her head back on my chest. I don’t say anymore because she doesn’t need to thank me, but I squeeze her a little tighter. Then I remember I haven’t given her, her late birthday present. I brought it the day I went over to her apartment, but with everything that happened, I didn’t think it was the best idea to give it to her.

I lean up, causing Rylee to frown.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I laugh. “I’ll be back in a minute, I just forgot something.”

She narrows her eyes. “Mm-hmm. Well, hurry up,” she says with a smirk.

I pace into the bedroom, feeling out of sorts without her in my arms. I’m so unbelievably fucked. I pick up the bag, juggling it from one hand to the other as I walk out to her on her back, with her phone in the air above her head. She glances sideways at me, frowning again.

“What’s that?”

“For you.” I push it out in front of me. She reaches up and takes it. Eyeing me.

“What for?” she asks, sitting up and crossing her legs, then placing her phone down beside her.

“It’s a late birthday present,” I mumble.

“This is enough.” She waves around the room.

“This is your Christmas present.” I frown down at her, knowing I already told her that. She raises her eyebrow at me again and digs into the bag. She pulls the box out and opens it. The soft smile she had on her lips disappears as tears glisten her eyes.

“Do you not like it?” I question. I had it made, not that I will tell her that, but I thought she would like it.

“Cash.” Her voice breaks as she strokes it with her finger. “It’s a wave bracelet.”

I nod. “It’s a type of wave bracelet, yes.”

“I love it.” She chokes. “I love it so much.” She runs her finger along the wave and then spins the silver balls on either side. She squints as she brings it closer to her face.

“Are those—” Her eyes go wide. “Oh my God, is that sand?” Her face swings to me straight away and then back at the bracelet.

I nod. “Yes. It’s from the beach in Baltimore and . . . the beach in Tulum. I know how much you love going to the beach, and I know Tulum meant a lot to you, so I thought you could have it with you at all times.” I shift on my feet, worried she’ll think I’m cheesy.

She turns it in her hand and then stops. “Happiness comes in waves,” she says, and her eyes meet mine.

“It’s perfect.” She jumps up and into in my arms, wrapping her legs around me. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She places kisses over my face.

I push the hair out of her face. “I need you to do me a favor, though.”

“Anything.”

“I need you to wear it and never take it off. Can you do that for me?” Her brows furrow, and then a smile creeps up on her face.

“That’s not a favor, Cash. I was going to do that anyway,” she whispers into my lips before her lips meet mine, then I carry her to the bedroom.

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