Page 83 of Johan.

Her lips touch my neck, my chest, the rough stubble of my cheek, a sweet fire that doesn't burn. "What a lovely parting gift," She giggles, motioning down to the mess I've made of her where we're still connected.

I smile, leaning down to press my lips to hers. "Just a little something to remember me by."

Hannah squeals when I scoop her up, take her to the bathroom, and sit her down in front of the mirror, turning the shower on so the water starts to heat the room and fog the glass. Her legs are shaking like a newborn foal, but there is bliss in her face in the reflection.

Standing behind her, I sweep her dark hair to the side to reveal the love bites I've left her. She'll see them every time she washes her face or bathes. It gives me a smug sense of accomplishment. Hannah gasps as I slide my fingers gently over them, following with my lips. "Think of me when you see these.”

She tips her chin to look me in the eye, laughing as she murmurs, “There isn't a day that will go by where I don’t think of you.”

My expression softens. As I move to take her in my arms, she presses a single finger to my lips and spins in the chair to face me, taking me by the hand and tugging. Understanding what she wants, I join her in the shower, relishing the hot water as it slides down my back.

Within an hour, the steaming stream is forgotten. I'm toweling off, and she's standing there, a blush creeping over her cheeks as she looks in the mirror at my reminders. She walks closer, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “You realize I have no idea how to explain these to anyone.”

I small smirk reaches my lips. “Guess it’s time to invest in some scarves, then.”

We lie in each other’s arms, savoring the quiet moments after our passion. The dim light from the streetlamp outside filters through the window, casting a soft glow on her face. I can see the contentment in her eyes as she snuggles closer, resting her head on my chest. The steady rhythm of her breathing is soothing, a perfect counterpoint to the rapid beating of my heart.

“You smell so good,” she says, her fingers tracing small circles on my skin.

“Thanks,” I reply with a smile, kissing the top of her head. “I love having you here like this.”

We stay wrapped in each other for a while, enjoying the closeness. The sounds of the city outside are a distant hum, creating a cocoon of intimacy around us. I can't help but feel grateful for this stolen moment with her, away from all the chaos and responsibilities.

After a while, Hannah reaches for my undershirt lying on the floor. With a playful grin, she slips it over her head. “I’m keeping this,” she teases, the fabric hanging loosely on her, making her look even more adorable.

I chuckle, pulling her close for one last kiss. “Fine,” I say softly. “Consider it a souvenir.”

Just then, my phone starts buzzing insistently on the coffee table. I glance at the screen and see Astrid’s name flashing. For a moment, I’m tempted to ignore it, but I know I can’t. With a resigned sigh, I sit up and answer the call.

“Yes?” I try to keep my voice calm and neutral.

“Where are you?” Astrid’s voice is sharp, a hint of impatience cutting through the line. “I’ve been waiting outside for ages.”

I frown, confused. “Outside?”

“Yes, outside your apartment,” she replies with a mix of frustration and irritation. “I wanted to surprise you.”

I glance over at Hannah, who’s now watching me with a raised eyebrow, curiosity mingling with concern. “I’m sorry, I got held up,” I respond, trying to sound casual.

“You need to come out now,” Astrid insists, her voice firm. “We need to talk.”

I let out another sigh, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on me. “Alright, I’ll be right there.”

As I hang up, Hannah gives me a knowing look. “Did you have something planned with Astrid?” she asks quietly.

I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. “No. She just… decided to show up. Completely unannounced.”

Hannah rolls her eyes, but there’s empathy in her gaze. “I can’t wait for the day when you finally break things off with her.”

“Me too,” I admit, feeling the tension building inside me. “But for now, I have to go. She wants to talk.”

Reluctantly, I stand up, the weight of the situation heavy between us.

I move closer to Hannah, taking her face gently in my hands. Our eyes lock for a moment, and then I press my lips tightly against hers, pouring all my unspoken feelings into the kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, and I can taste the sweetness of her breath mingling with mine. My hands hold her face firmly, my thumbs caressing her cheeks as if memorizing every curve.

As I pull away, I look into her hazel eyes, seeing a mixture of sadness and understanding. A small smile plays at the corner of my lips as I tell her for the hundredth time. “I love you. Don’t forget it.”

Hannah smiles in return, her eyes glistening slightly, a hint of embarrassment in her gaze. “I won’t.”

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