Page 145 of The Fallacy of True Love
My mouth suddenly opened in a yawn. Maya glanced at me, her brows furrowed. “Let’s go inside,” she said, grabbing my cooler. “You need to sleep.”
“Sleep is overrated.”
Carrying my backpack, I followed her into the house anyway. As I locked the front door behind me, she put the mais con yelo in the fridge, and then opened the door to her room.
It struck me how the last time I was her, the most I could do was slip a note under her door. Now she was letting me in, and even if she hadn’t responded to my declaration yet, it felt like I’d almost made it.
I put my bag on the floor next to her bed and looked around the room that I’d previously only seen on the screen while we talked. Her bed was covered in a colorful quilt, and it looked like she hadn’t laid on it last night. In the far corner, I spotted the canvas bag I’d given her hanging from the handle of her double-door closet. And on her desk, her laptop lay closed next to?—
Mouth ajar, I picked the books up. My heartbeat pumped in my ears as I turned to Maya. “Why do you have law reviewers?”
Fear flashed on her face, then she set her chin and replied, “Because I’m working with the Law Library to add more functionalities to their app.”
I stared at her, afraid to believe what I was hearing.
Without me needing to ask, she told me how Eric had helped her get in contact with the library and pitch her idea of improving their app. How the library had wanted to add more study modules but didn’t have the resources to hire a developer. With Eric’s assistance, they found a law firm willing to sponsor the project, which Maya now led.
When she admitted that she’d been working on it these past few days, I asked, “Why?”
Despite her shaky voice, her words were clear. “Cause this guy I’m into wants to be a lawyer.”
I put the books down and strode over to her, hauling her up. She wound her arms and legs around me, breathing hard. “Fuck. I love you, Maya. Did I tell you that already?”
“You could tell me again.”
“Or I could show you instead.”
Cam
His lips crashed onto mine, and it felt like coming home and being thrown by a massive wave at the same time. It was the sweetest thrill I’d ever tasted. A moan tore from my throat at the hungry press of his lips, and he took the opportunity to sweep his tongue inside my mouth.
We broke apart just long enough to get rid of our clothes, then he had me gripping the bedsheets and gritting my teeth as he made me come with his lips and tongue.
My legs quivered as Alonzo raised his head and grinned, his mouth glistening with my pleasure. He rose to his knees, sheathing his erection in a condom, and then he pushed inside me, setting off another round of quakes in my core.
He groaned as I clenched around him. Putting my thighs over his arms, he sat up, his thrusts coming faster.
“Harder.” I slipped my hand between us to rub my clit, and his eyes darkened as he tracked my fingers.
“Shit,” he bit out. “I’m not going to last.”
“Then go again.”
Shaking his head, he leaned forward until his face hovered over mine. I gripped his back as his thrusts slowed into a deep, grinding motion that hit me at the perfect spot. The orgasm built up within me, stealing my breath, and just before I hit the crest, he murmured, “I love you, Maya.”
I cried out as I came harder than I ever had. He thrust deeper and held there, his hips pinning me with the force of his climax and prolonging my own.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. One hand gripped my waist while the other cupped my breast. “Fuck,” he said against my throat, sending goosebumps across my skin.
I brushed the hair from his forehead and placed a kiss on it. “Do you think it’ll ever wear off?”
He lifted his head and frowned at me. “Anytime it does, tell me. We’ll work on it.”
That shouldn’t have been hot, but my core tightened and he twitched inside me, hardening.
Groaning, he rolled off me and removed the condom. “I swear, you’ll be the death of me. Good thing Inang left, because you were loud.”
I glared at him. “You were the one who kept groaning and cursing.”
