Page 33 of Promise Not To Fall

I’m gonna go ahead and take that as a compliment. Barely able to draw a breath, I have no words. All I have is shortened gasps, trying everything I can do to keep myself from hyperventilating. I know how cliché it is, but it’s the best sex of my life. I’m not lying. I want to cry with how good that felt, how badly I needed it.

Rolling to his side, he brings me flush against his chest, his lips lingering at my shoulder. He’s still trying to catch his breath.

“I know that was incredible, but promise not to fall for me,” I tease, swallowing and then letting out another forced gasp.

Jake lets out a laugh, rolling his eyes. “I’ll try not to.” He kisses me again, grinning against my lips. When he pulls back, his knuckles brush over my cheek gently, his eyes fluttering closed.

I’m not sure if he plans on staying here to sleep, but for now, something feels so right about this.

I watch him sleeping, my thoughts centered around how many city girls he might have done this very same thing with. Am I just another one added to his menu? Does it really matter if I am? Surely this won’t go anywhere.

I don’t know why, maybe it’s my already broken heart swelling at the thought of feeling something while I’m here, but my thoughts make me anxious. And I can honestly say that anxious isn’t a feeling I’m comfortable with. My heart’s suffered enough in the past month. I’m not sure it can survive more than a tropical fling with my island boy.

I told him not to fall, jokingly, but what about me?

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