Page 82 of The Future Play

“But I’m going to miss you. Like heartachingly badly.”

He bites his bottom lip. “Well, as happy as I am to know I’ve wormed my way in there, we’ll find ways to make it easier. I’ll come visit. We’ll text all the time like we do now. We’ll talk on the phone. It might take some adjustments, but we’ll figure it out. As long as we both want to.”

“I want to. You have no idea how badly I want this, Jamie.”

“I do, because I want this too. I want you. I need you.” He hesitates for a second, breathing heavily. Then his blue eyes bore into mine, staring into the depths of my soul. “I love you, Amanda.”

Oh my god.

He said… he just said…

Tears well in my eyes.

“I wasn’t going to say it tonight. Maybe I shouldn’t have. You don’t have to say it back?—”

I leap into his arms, wrapping my arms and legs around him and kissing him with every bit of the love inside me.

He stumbles back a step before he rights himself and kisses me back, one hand tangling in my hair.

I rip my lips from his, staring into the ocean blue eyes of the man who started stealing my heart the moment I met him.

“I love you too.”

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, then his lips are on mine again, tongues twisting as our souls tangle together. I’m on fire for him in every way.

“I love you,” he mutters against my lips, his hands roaming over my skin, every touch branding me as his.

I lean into him, pressing my body flush to his and feeling a certain hard muscle straining for release. I want more. I want all of him. Slowly, I reach for his belt, and his hands still on my back.

Then his fingers are moving again, fumbling with my zipper as I untuck his shirt. We messily try to get our clothes off without breaking our kiss. I never want him to stop kissing me or touching me. I’m desperate for more and ready to rip my dress off my body to have it. He shrugs his shirt off as I undo the button on his pants. Finally, I get to touch every muscle, every inch of skin I can find.

When my dress finally melts into a pile at my feet, his fingertips dance up my back, and I shudder with desire.

He takes half a step back, his hot gaze trailing down my body.

A blush creeps up, heating every inch of my skin. He’s seen me naked before, but that was different.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re perfect.”

I want to shy away from the praise, but he grabs my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t do that. Don’t try to play it off. Own it. You are beautiful, sexy, absolutely breathtaking. You’re gorgeous. Don’t doubt that for a second.”

“You… look good… too,” I choke out. Because my eyes have dropped tothatmuscle, and okay… I’ve read a lot of romance books and the guys always have giant peens that the girl is afraid of. Usually I roll my eyes at that because it’s a little silly. And while I don’t think Jamie could split me in half or anything, he isbig. Deliciously big.

“See something you like?”

My confident side comes roaring back as I reach for him. “I feel something I like too.”

“Fuck, Amanda.”

He wraps his hand around the side of his neck and stares into my eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” I run my finger down his chest. “Every inch.”

I’ve spent weeks—okay,months—dreaming of this. But I didn’t dream it would happen like this. After creating a beautiful relationship. After a confession of love.

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