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“Wow, such humility.”

He chuckled, then groaned. “Fuck. Why did we wait this long?”

“Ignorance,” I said, feeling dazed. “We didn’t know what we were missing.”

“Never again,” he said. Theo rolled until he could catch my lips in a kiss.

“Never,” I agreed, tangling my fingers in his hair.

We kissed, slowly, then with building passion.

“Again?” I panted.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

CHAPTER 16

MAI

Mai

Why is there a half-dead plant on my doorstep? Is this a threat?

Theo

Would you believe me if I said it was a present?

Mai

If this is a symbol of your regard for our relationship, we have issues

Theo

This did not go how I thought it would

Atear slipped free as Theo moved inside me. The alarm clock by the bed glowed in harsh red digits, 3:48 a.m., a stark reminder of the rapidly dwindling time we had left together.

“Come with me,” I whispered, needing him.

I hated how the inevitability of our separation hung heavy in the air, infusing each touch, each kiss, each whispered word with a bittersweet intensity.

Theo’s hands roamed my body with reverent hunger, his fingertips tracing the contours of my curves. I kept my eyes open, committing every touch, every groan, every shiver to memory. I clung to him, my nails raking down his back, desperate to imprint the feel of his skin against mine, to etch this moment indelibly into my being.

We moved as one, our bodies entwined. Each powerful thrust of his hips, each sensual roll of mine, built the desire between us. Despite the ticking of the clock, we didn’t rush, desperate to draw every second out.

As the dawn began to creep through the windows, painting the walls, Theo’s kisses changed. They became desperate, hungry, rough.

I met him stroke for stroke, our rhythm building to a crescendo, the unspoken depths of our feelings pouring through our physical connection.

I love you.

The words hovered between us, unspoken, unacknowledged. I wanted to taste them on his lips, whisper them in his ears, write them onto his heart.

He gathered me close, his lips trailing worshipful kisses along my hairline, my temple, my jaw, before claiming my mouth in a kiss that left me breathless and aching.

“Now,” he murmured, nipping at my lip. “Come for me, Mai.”

His hand slipped between us, his fingers sliding across my clit as he adjusted his angle. He moved me, finding new depth, a new tempo, a new way to drive me wild.

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