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I smile, my heart swelling a little. "You're giving me the greatest gift of all. It's the least I can do."
She looks at me, a soft smile playing on her lips. “This is amazing, Noah. I can’t believe I’m actually here, doing this.”
When the food arrives, we share bites, laughing at the rich flavors and the impeccable service.
“This is everything I’ve ever wanted,” she says, her voice filled with gratitude. “I can’t believe this is real.”
“You deserve it, Blossom,” I say quietly. "I want to give you the world."
We return to the hotel, the fresh air nipping at our skin as we walk back through the front doors. It’s been a perfect evening, and I’m grateful for the way things have fallen into place.
Once we’re inside the suite, I pull her close to me, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. The room is still, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind outside. I kiss her gently, my hands framing her face, the kiss growing deeper.
Blossom’s hands thread through my hair, and she pulls me closer. The connection between us feels like an unspoken promise, an understanding of just how much we mean to each other.
For a moment, everything else fades away: Zack, the stress, the worries. It’s just me and Blossom, and the warmth between us is enough to keep the world at bay.
She pulls away slightly, her eyes meeting mine, a look of complete trust in them. “I feel safe with you,” she whispers.
I smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll always protect you. Always.”
We kiss again, and it’s the kind of kiss that feels like a promise, not just of passion, but of something deeper. My hands glide across the curves of her body, feeling the fullness of her hips. I can’t help but relish her beauty.
She feels amazing grinding on top of me, her full tits bobbing in my face as my mouth greedily reaches out to them, taking her nipples into my mouth and licking them as I pound her from below. I wrap her in my arms as I climax, shouting her name and sighing against her as I feel her shuddering through her own release.
“Blossom,” I whisper, holding her close, but the rest of the words I want to say don’t come.
I don’t know if I’m ready yet to say them.
But I feel it. I know that for certain.
Chapter Twenty
Blossom
That trip was over way too fast.
Back home, making my way downstairs to the front desk, I feel the quiet of the morning settle onto my shoulders.
The bar’s been waiting for a delivery, and I want to make sure it’s arrived. The desk clerk is clicking away at the computer, but when she notices me, she looks up with a distracted smile.
“Hi, Blossom,” she greets me. “What can I do for you today?”
“Hey,” I reply, trying to sound casual. “I’m just checking in on that delivery for the bar. Has it come through yet?”
Before she can answer, I hear Noah’s voice behind me.
I turn to see him walking toward the counter, his expression sharp and focused as usual.
“Blossom, I was just coming to ask about the same thing,” he says, and I smile, relieved that we’re both on the same page.
The front desk girl, Stephie, starts typing away at her computer, searching through the orders, but just as she’s about to say something, Noah’s phone rings. His expression changes immediately: his eyes harden, and he answers the phone without a word.
“Please come to the private parking garage,” the voice on the other end says urgently. I don’t need to hear anything more to know that something’s wrong.
Noah hangs up abruptly, his jaw clenched with anger. “Excuse me,” he mutters, storming off toward the back door. I feel my stomach drop. What now?
My heart is pounding in my chest as I watch Noah hurry off, and instinctively, I start to follow him. My feet carry me quickly behind him, but he glances back and holds up a hand.
