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He stops moving for a moment. “Sorry, you on top like that . . . I wasn’t going to last much longer,” he says with mild chagrin. It’s charming to see that expression on his face because it doesn’t happen very often.
He begins moving in and out of me again, deep and slow. Bringing his mouth down to mine, he repeats my name—barely a whisper against my lips—with each thrust.
The headboard bangs against the wall in pace with our panting, until he moans into my mouth as he comes.
We stay locked together for a few moments, breathing hard, cuddling and touching. Reluctant to separate from each other.
He gives me a long, deep kiss before getting up to throw the condom away. The sheets are sweaty, but I pull them over me. I press my hands against my hot cheeks, feeling flushed and overwhelmed. That was . . . something I can’t even form a thought around yet. Everything about it felt so instinctual, so right.
I didn’t know it could be like that.
When he comes back into the room, he sprawls out next to me, but on top of the covers. Then he seems to think of something and turns his head to look at me. “Did you come just now?”
“No . . .” I trail off, toying with the sheet. “But that’s okay.”
He moves the sheet aside so he can run his hand across my stomach. “I want you to come one more time.”
“Oh my god, Eli, it’s fine.” I pat his head affectionately. “You did good.”
He dives under the sheet and moves down so that his head is back between my legs, forming a tent. “Ineedyou to come one more time,” he says, muffled against my lower stomach.
I giggle at how silly it is to be talking to a sheet-covered head and pull up the top of it so I can see him. “Now who’s the needy one?”
He runs his hand over me. “Youare, based on how wet you still are.” He pulls the sheet back over his head. “And I’m not done exploring.”
I lay my head back against the pillow. “Alright, carry on then. Let me know if you need a headlamp. Or some trail mix.”
He gives my hip bone a playful bite before continuing his expedition. It’s not long before he has me coming again sooner than I thought possible. He pokes his head out from beneath the sheet and says, “Only . . . four-point-nine-million to go?”
I laugh bursts out of me, and he captures it from my mouth with his.
31
Faye
The soundof paper rustling wakes me up.
I peek my eyes open, and the room is bright, with light streaming in through the window next to the bed. I hear a low, muttered, “Damn it” and roll over to see Eli sitting at the desk. The back of his hair is sleep-mussed and sticking up every which way. It’s so endearingly boyish.
“What are you doing?”
He turns at the sound of my voice and holds up a notepad. “Shoot, sorry if I woke you up. I was writing you a note.”
“What does it say?”
He sits on the edge of the bed and holds the paper up so I can see it.
“Have breakfast with me?” is written next to a rudimentary sketch of a plate of waffles. He drew a heart at the bottom with his name below it.
“I messed up the drawing,” he says, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. “I think my waffles want to be pancakes.”
“I like them. Can I still have it?”
He hands it to me and I bring it up to my face to hide my smile. It’s so incredibly cute, I feel like a giddy thirteen-year-old.
He looks at me, expectantly. “Well?”
“I’d love to have breakfast with you,” I say.
