Page 100 of Pastel Kisses
The soft click of the door behind us feels like the closing of the world, leaving only warmth, shadows, and the quiet rhythm of our shared breath.
The others move around the room with practiced ease—each of them knowing what comes next without saying a word. Jaxton lights the candles on the dresser, casting a soft golden glow across the room that flickers against Avery’s skin. Liam pulls the comforter back with care, fluffing the pillows like it’s some sacred ritual. Lennox disappears for a second, returning with a warm towel for her feet, always thinking ahead.
And me? I stay exactly where I am—cradling her in my arms like the most precious thing in the world. Because she is.
She looks up at me through thick lashes, her lips parted slightly, and even though her body is humming from our earlier kisses, there’s something quiet in her expression. Something reverent. She’s not just letting us love her—she’s letting herself be loved.
“Lay back for me, Sunshine,” I whisper, brushing my lips across her temple.
Her fingers tighten on my arm briefly before she nods, trusting, and I guide her down onto the bed like she’s made of something breakable. But not because she’s fragile—because she’s precious.
The moment her back hits the mattress, she exhales like she’s letting go of the weight of the day. One by one, the guys climb onto the bed, surrounding her. A fortress of warmth and devotion.
Lennox stretches out at her side, his hand finding hers. “Ready for round two?” he asks, his voice low and smug.
Jaxton lies across from me, brushing a kiss to her shoulder. “This is the best part of every single day.”
Liam tucks himself behind her, one arm sliding under her head, the other protectively across her waist. “Everything in me settles the second you’re in my arms.”
I take my place at her feet, lifting one to kiss her ankle, then her calf, slowly worshiping every inch of her with my touch. “You’re everything, Avery. Our beginning, our middle... our always.”
She’s surrounded now—in warmth, in whispers, in hands that know every freckle, every breath, every scar. Her eyes shimmer in the candlelight as they flutter shut, lips curving in a peaceful smile. Her fingers reach out blindly, finding and gripping mine.
“I love you,” she whispers, and it’s not rushed or uncertain—it’s absolute.
And in that moment, nothing else exists.
The world fades away until it’s just her heartbeat echoing in our chests.
We don’t need the chaos outside these walls.
We have her.
We have each other.
And we’ll spend the rest of our lives covering her in warmth, in devotion—in soft, soul-deeppastel kisses—until she never questions how endlessly she’s loved.
