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I can feel the tidal wave of emotions between us in every thrust and kiss and touch.

It’s so much, but I know what we have now will never be enough.

I need him.

I need forever.

Sharing this kind of intimacy with only him and always him, has my cock leaking and my chest ready to crack open.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, moving his mouth off mine and catching me off guard. His fingers trail down the side of my face. “I don’t know if, in between all the ripping clothes off that we do, I’ve ever told you that.”

My heart inflates till it’s almost too big to fit inside my body. I’ve been called sexy and hot, but all the meaningless sex of my past doesn’t invite someone to call you beautiful.

In fact, I’ve never even thought twice about it. It’s just never been a word I would ever use to describe myself or expect anyone else to.

But when Reeve says it to me, I now never want to go a day without hearing it.

Swallowing past the thick wedge of emotions stuck in the back of my throat, I kiss him. I kiss him because the words will never do this moment justice. I kiss him because I don’t know how not to. I kiss him to stop myself from saying “I love you.”

Full with feelings, Reeve’s lips never leave mine as he picks up his pace, and I feel the beginnings of that uphill climb at the base of my spine.

My hand slips between us and I fist my cock. In sync with every one of Reeve’s thrusts, my body begins to quiver, needing release.

“Come with me,” he demands. “I need to feel it with you. I need you to come with me.”

His words echo our connection, echo the exact needs I have bouncing around my rib cage. IneedReeve.

“I’m there,” I pant. “Reeve, I’m there.”

We’re both frantic as every single one of my muscles contract and relax, and ropes of come spill between us.

Reeve groans in complete satisfaction as his body shudders above mine. Bliss and euphoria written all over his face before burying his head in my neck.

Our breaths are loud and heavy as every one of our senses adjust to the aftermath. The air is still and both of us are silent, the moment too big, the feelings too real.

Reeve reluctantly slides out of me, and the loss of his body in mine feels all too consuming, doubt and reality creeping in. How am I supposed to let him walk away after this?

Sitting on his knees, Reeve slides the condom off, ties it up and tosses it in the bin beside the bed.

“Let me get something to clean you up.”

Feeling overwhelmingly raw, I watch as he retreats to the bathroom and then comes back, cleaning every inch of me up with nothing but love in his actions.

He takes the washcloth back to the en suite, and I reach for him the second he returns. “Lie with me.”

Climbing up onto the bed, I’m surprised when he lays on top of me and pulls the folded down blanket over us, as if he’s blocking the world out.

“How do you feel?” he says into my neck.

I wrap my arms around him, wanting to imprint myself on his skin. I kiss his shoulder and whisper the truth in his ear. “I feel perfect.”

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Reeve

“You’re really leaving?” Murph asks, standing in my doorway. “Just like that?”

Dropping a pile of folded t-shirts into my open suitcase, I focus on rearranging my clothes to fit instead of turning around and talking to Murph.

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