Page 136 of Your Soul to Keep

“You’re mine.”

I nodded. “Yours.”

Dipping his head, he brushed his lips over mine as he began to move inside me, his big body trembling as mine shivered with pleasure underneath him.

One hand dragged over my shoulder, down my side, around the back of my hip to curl around my thigh and guide it around his hip.

I tilted my pelvis, loving the grunt wrung from his throat as I took him deeper. Wrapping all my limbs around him, I promised, “You’re it for me, Gabe. My it and only.”

“It and only,” he murmured back, his eyes fluttering shut as he deepened his thrusts like he couldn’t get close enough.

His blue eyes studied me, the uncertainty begging to be erased. “I’m enough,” he stated, forehead pressed to mine.

I shook my head. “You’re everything.”

“You’re sure?”

I tightened my arms around him. “I’ve got you, Gabe.”

Exhaling harshly, he dropped his forehead to the sweet spot in my neck, the muscles of his back moving beneath my hands as he picked up his pace.

I rose to meet him, a sweetly comforting warmth unfurling in my womb and spreading outward to fill the coldest recesses of my heart.

I filled my lungs with his scent, dug my fingers into his back to hold him closer, and gasped as the first wave hit.

“Shae,” he breathed my name like a prayer as his body bowed rigidly over mine, his hips jerking as he spilled inside me.

“Shae.” He stated my name like the answer to every question.

Rolling me with him, he tucked me to his side.

I threw my thigh over his, hooking my foot over his legs, wrapping my body around him. The tangling of our limbs the representation of the tangling of our lives.

His hand trailed up and down my spine.

After a few moments, he shifted beneath me and cleared his throat, but didn’t speak.

I waited until I couldn’t stand it. “What’s on your mind?”

“Are you bringing anything else?”

“I called the movers.”

His arms flexed around me.

I nuzzled into his chest, breathing him in.

Home.

While I had considered selling Nan’s house with all the furniture included, I wanted them. They were pieces of her story, my parents’ story, and mine. And now they would be part of our story.

The good and the bad.

The joy and the sorrow.

To be enjoyed today and left behind tomorrow.

“They gave me a quote. I just need to confirm the date. I’m, uh, bringing all of it. Whatever we don’t have room for here, I’ll put into storage.”

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