Page 92 of Magic or Madness

We stay this way for a few minutes, kissing relentlessly and raking our hands over each other’s bodies in a rhythm that finally feels likeours.

“I fucking love you, Bambi,” he whispers, breaking our kiss and resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you too, Ozzy.Fuck,” I breathe as he helps me down off the counter, letting me clean up.

I feel monumentally better after our moment together, but the guilt is eating at me as I recall Cami’s hands on my body, and the thoughts I had during the build-up to that encounter.

“Hey, get out of your mind. I don’t care that you were with Camila, it was kind of hot watching how turned on you got just by her touch.” He darts into the shower and shoots a playful smile at me from around the curtain.

“God, Ozzy. I don’t even know what came over me. I’ve never even thought of being with a woman, and then … that fucking happened,” I confess, adjusting my bikini and finishing my skincare.

“You’ve been hot for her the second she showed up at the club. I saw how your cheeks flushed when you two met, and a few other times this weekend. Explore all you want, I know who you belong to.” His voice drops gravely low in the last sentence, in a way that makes my thighs clench together.

“I don’t need to explore. I was just overwhelmed by her flirtiness,” I say confidently, but his head pokes out again while he rolls his eyes.

“Oh, and you haven’t been flirting back?”

Oh my god. Have I been flirting too, possibly giving her the wrong idea?

“Shit. Maybe I have,” I reluctantly admit, attempting to scan my memory for a moment where my kindness could be perceived as flirtiness, but I come up empty, besides this morning.

“Relax,my beautiful girl. I’m messing with you. Like I said, explore all you want,” he laughs, turning off the water and climbing out of the shower.

I hand him a towel, watching in the mirror as he wraps it around his lower half, leaving his chest dripping, and his hair a wet mess around his perfectly toned shoulders.

Fuck. How’d I get so lucky?

This beautifulGreek Godis all mine, and encourages me to explore my sexuality, without a dent to his perfect masculinity.

His dark eyes meet mine, smiling like a devil and pressing his wet body against mine.

“You’re perfect, Fallon, have I told you that lately?”

“A few times, yes, baby,” I whisper, nuzzling into his neck.

“I slightly recall you telling me about your perfect first date.” He changes the subject, and I detach from him, looking into his eyes.

“A beach day?” I’m barely able to contain my excitement, a few seconds away from jumping around like a little girl.

“Playing in the waves, building sandcastles, and tanning, followed by a seafood dinner,” he states, recalling it from memory with a soft smile that lights up his eyes.

“With clams?” I question, almost like a little kid who’s being told all their dreams are coming true.

“Definitely clams.” He recites my exact words from a few months ago, and I’m left awestruck.

That night was filled with only conversation, but we learned so much about each other from the time the sun set, until itrose again. Barely knowing each other for a day, and we’d shared so many things under the moonlight that it almost seemed impossible to remember them all.

Except, Ozzyremembers.

He noted everything I’d said about my dream date, and stored it away for future use, making my fairytale come true the moment he had the chance.

“You cannot be real,” I whisper, pulling him closer to me by the towel wrapped around his waist.

“I’m only alive for you, Bambi,” he breathes, wrapping his hands in my hair and tilting my chin until we meet in the middle for a hard kiss.

He doesn’t break away until my lips feel swollen, and I’m clawing at his back, begging for more.

Sadly, he tells me we need to get a move on before we miss the best of the Jacksonville sun, and everyone is downstairs waiting for us.

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