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I close my eyes for a moment, remembering how we danced at the wedding, that first night we met. It feels the same; fun, carefree, like we are the only two people in the room.

Noah’s hand slides to my waist, his other hand still holding mine, and I lean into him, my body pressed against his. The warmth of his touch sends a spark of excitement through me, and I can’t help but smile up at him.

“This is perfect,” I whisper to him over the music. He leans down, his lips brushing my ear, and I shiver at the sensation.

The night ends much too quickly, but I’m grateful for the time we’ve enjoyed. As we leave the club and make our way back to the hotel, there’s a quiet excitement between us, a kind of energy that’s been building all night.

When we reach his room, the door clicks softly behind us, and Noah pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the city lights outside, but it feels like we’re in our own world, disconnected from everything else.

We kiss again, this time with more urgency, the anticipation of the evening finally catching up with us. His hands move to my back, pulling me closer, and I feel his heartbeat match mine. In the darkness of the room, we hold each other tightly, as if neither of us wants to let go.

Our kisses deepen, and the world around us fades. It’s just me and him, this moment, this connection that feels so right. I pull him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, and for a moment, everything is perfect.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” Noah whispers against my lips, his voice filled with emotion. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

I smile against him, feeling safe, feeling loved. “Neither do I,” I murmur, and we kiss again, letting everything else fall away.

“I want you to be happy always,” Noah whispers to me as he stretches me, filling me in one hard thrust.

I can’t come up with a coherent reply. All I can do is cry out, the pregnancy hormones making everything so heightened that my back arches off the bed as I cling to him.

“I would do anything for you, Blossom,” he says to me, something desperate in his voice as he starts moving within me, driving me up against the headboard.

I lock my legs around his narrow waist, biting his shoulder, silently demanding more, wanting all of him.

He captures my mouth in a rough, sloppy kiss, and I feel my orgasm hovering, just waiting to crash over me.

It’s like he knows, because he slows down suddenly, kissing me again more softly as I whimper with desperation, dying for release.

“I want to come with you,” he says to me with a little apologetic smile, and I sigh and try to relax, slowing the tempo obediently, allowing the pleasure to sneak up on me rather than slay me in one powerful explosion.

“Blossom, you’re perfect, you’re everything,” he moans as he starts moving more sharply, thrusting into me harder.

I love you.The words almost spill from my lips, but I catch them back, uttering a keening moan instead. I don’t know if he feels the same way. I don’t know if he wants to hear me admit my true feelings.

The part of me that is still scared of the realness of all of this, swallows down my love, replacing the declaration of emotion with eager cries that urge Noah to let me have my release. I lift my hips farther, pushing him, hurrying him, my skin alight with pleasure.

We come together, my body shaking with the force of the orgasm, my loud cry probably waking up the whole hotel. Noah roars my name, his back bowing as he spills himself within me, sticky and hot.

I feel claimed, battered, used, and I love it.

“We should shower,” he murmurs against my shoulder, pressing a small kiss to it.

I nod, but I can feel sleep pulling me under. I don’t want to fight it, and I allow myself to sink into oblivion with abandon.

***

The morning light filters through the windows, casting a soft glow across the room. I wake up slowly, feeling the warmth of Noah’s body beside me. His arm is draped over me, and I can feel his steady breathing against my back.

It’s peaceful, like everything in the world is exactly as it should be.

I smile to myself, the comfort of the moment settling deep into my bones. I shift slightly, careful not to wake him, and rest my hand over his. He stirs, and his hand moves instinctively to rest on my growing belly.

His fingers gently rub over the curve, and I close my eyes, savoring the tenderness of the moment.

“Good morning,” Noah murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep, but there’s so much love in it. The niggling worry I feel about the fact that he hasn’t said he loves me pesters me a little, but I push the thought away. I refuse to be greedy about this part of our situation.

He rubs my belly again, his touch soft, and I feel my heart swell with gratitude.