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He kept thrusting into me, panting. His head hung near mine. I kissed his face, everywhere I could reach.

I was so close already.

And from his irregular movements, I could tell he was close, too.

It hit unexpectedly—I felt him still, heard him moan, felt him come inside me. And then I was there with him, my back arching. I pulled him to my chest, crying out his name.

Stars sparkled across my vision.

I slowly lowered myself back to the bed. Myles stretched out on top of me, still inside me.

I liked it.

“Cassie.” He said it softly, his eyes closed. I lifted one hand to play with his hair.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being here.”

I smiled. “I can say the same for you, y’know.”

He lifted his head and kissed me gently.

I leaned back and sighed quietly.

“I just hope the people in the restaurant didn’t hear us,” he said.

Why had he brought that up? For a moment, I lay there, staring at the ceiling in mild shock.

And then we both started to laugh.

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