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He relentlessly pounds into me, the moans slipping from my mouth as he moves, proving his point when a crash echoes through the room as one of my paintings hits the floor, but I’m too consumed to care.

He chuckles as the pressure within me rises, heat spearing through my body until it explodes behind my eyes.

Caio grabs my legs, holding them in place as my body weakens coming down from my orgasm.

“I don’t think you realize how beautiful you look when you do that. I think I fall in love with you a little bit more every time,” Caio says before he groans, thrusting long and hard as he spills into me, resting his head on my shoulder.

I run my fingers through his dark hair, trailing my nails along his scalp, as he puffs against my shoulder. Neither of us move, not wanting to let go of this moment just yet.

“I’m not going back to New York.”

His head flings back to look at me. “You’re not?”

I bite my bottom lip, suppressing a goofy grin as I shake my head.

“So does that mean…”

“It means I think you should start getting rid of half of your clothes. I’m going to need another drawer, plus some hanging space,” I tease. “And we need to get Marvin a cage, or a bed? I’m not across cat sleeping arrangements.”

“That fucking cat.”

I giggle as Caio peppers kisses across my neck and chest, tickling my skin.

“And you’re not going to change your mind?” he asks.

“If I changed my mind, would you let me go?”

He shakes his head, grinning wide. “Not a chance.”

He kisses me again, a mix of soft and hard, ravenous and languid, and everything in between. Promises laced in between every breath shared, tastes of the future in front of me, and it tastes sweeter than anything I’ve ever imagined.

chapter forty-two

CAIO

“Ow!”May exclaims as she walks into the wall with boxes piled up in her arms.

We’re helping her move into Rosemary Cottage down by the water. It’s a little original cottage that Marina bought years ago. She’s been renting the two-bedroom place out for the last couple of years, but now that Isla is officially moving into my apartment with me, Marina offered it up for May to have her own place instead of sticking around in the hotel.

The cottage sits right on the edge of the hillside. Set in between big trees and lush surroundings, it really is the perfect little spot for May to get settled.

“Here,” I say, taking two of the boxes off the top of her stack.

“Thanks,” she says, dumping the remaining boxes on the wooden floor. “I think that’s most of it.”

“You’ve accumulated a lot of stuff over the last couple of months.”

“You should’ve seen the state of our dorm room,” Isla interrupts, walking in with yet another box of books. “It was really displaying that maximalist look.”

“I like to make the spaces I live in feel like mine, otherwise it just feels like another house or another room I’m staying in, but not like home,” May shrugs.

It reminds me of all the things that Isla has left around my place. Like the white wine in the fridge, or the blue blanket that now belongs on the back of the couch. I took her to Sorrento last week so that we could do some shopping for my place. I wanted her to feel like it was her home as well, not just my house that she’s staying in. So I get exactly what she’s saying.

May starts unpacking some of the boxes straight away, tucking knickknacks away on the multiple shelves against the cream walls. “You guys can go now; I think I’ve got it from here.”

Isla pulls her into a hug. “It’s going to be so weird not living together.”

“Yeah, I’d rather not be shacked up with you two.” Her eyebrows shoot to her hairline. “I value my beauty sleep.”

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