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When he finally slides into me, our bodies align perfectly. He takes his time, each thrust slow and purposeful, every kiss sending a delicious burn to my core. His eyes lock on mine, filled with so much emotion that my heart swells.

I can’t resist rolling us over, needing to take control, to feel the intensity build under my lead. As I ride him, the rhythm is slow, every motion driving us deeper into that sweet, intimate connection. He sits up, leaning against the bed, angling himself just how I need. The pleasure coils tighteras I control the pace, speeding up as our bodies moves in perfect sync. His hands grip my hips, guiding me faster, pushing us closer to the edge.

When we finally reach that peak together, it’s not just a physical release but an emotional surrender. I dig my nails into his back. “God,” I moan as Leo curses. Our bodies tremble and lock together, holding on as if it’s the only thing that matters.

We cling to each other, the pleasure crashing over us in waves, leaving us panting and intertwined—my love deepening for him with every heartbeat.

Afterward, he holds me close, our bodies still entwined. He kisses the top of my head, and I look up at him, my heart full.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he whispers. “I know you have with Ben, but for me… this… I’ve never felt this, Viv.”

Damn.

“It’s feels so good to hear that,” I say, pressing my lips to his. “It’s different, though,” I say with unwavering certainty. “I love both of you… in distinct and unique ways. What I feel for you is its own kind of special, and I never want you to think I love you any less than I loved Ben. It’s different, but just as real.”

I loved Ben wholeheartedly. We had passion and chemistry and were best friends, just like me and Leo. I needed to know this was possible, that I could have both… just as Leo told me months ago. He told me that I didn’t have to let go of my past to embrace my future. And now, lying here with him, I believe it. I feel the love I have for Ben in the back of my mind, and I feel this incredibly intense love for Leo at the forefront, and I’m overwhelmed with a bittersweet joy.

As I lie in Leo’s arms, his skin against mine, I know that we’re starting a new chapter together. One filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities.

Chapter 34

LEO

Her words strike deep, resonating with an intensity that leaves me overwhelmed. We lie in silence for several minutes as I stroke my fingers along her back, drawing lines and tracing circles over her skin.

She breaks the quiet, “Tell me something,” she murmurs into the stillness.

“What kind of something?” I ask, my voice reverberating through my chest where her head rests.

“What took you so long?” she asks, shifting her weight, pushing up on her elbow, and turning her body to look at me.

My breathing becomes shallow as I become fixated on her. She now lies on her stomach, leaning on her elbows, her tits pressed together. Her hair’s a beautiful mess that screamsI just got fucked.Her bright-green eyes shine intensely as they stare into mine. Her lips are slightly swollen, making them even more desirable.

Damn. I can’t believe she agreed to move in with me, that she’s allowing me to love her.

She furrows her brows. “What are you thinking? Why are you staring at me like that?” A smile forms as she lets her head hang for a moment, laughing softly before looking back at me.

“I’m thinking I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world,” I say, “and I can’t believe you love me.”

“Of course I love you, Leo. I’ve loved you for so long,” she says, leaning in to kiss me gently on the lips.

“Because I’m a jackass,” I admit when she pulls back.

She gives me a confused look.

“That’s why it took me so long, Viv. Because I’m a jackass. But I became so afraid to not have you in my life that nothing else mattered. The moment I realized how much I loved you, I booked a flight immediately.”

She smiles, combing her fingers through the ends of her hair.

“Now, you tell me something,” I say.

“Hmmm,” she hums as she lowers onto her side. Her head rests on her pillow, and I turn so that we’re face to face.

“Remember my birthday party?” she asks.

“Of course.”

“Remember when we did it in the bathroom?”

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