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“Maybe I got it wrong. Shit, I’m sorry. I just wanted you to know that I’ve fallen in love with you. And if I’ve misread this—”
“No,” Alden finally says. “You’ve got it right. I love you, too. I just can’t believe you’re actually saying these things.”
“You do?”
“Yes, Danny. I’ve been in love with you since… I don’t really know when it started. Early on, though. I felt this overwhelming attraction. And then you agreed to kiss me and touch me, and I felt like I didn’t deserve it. But it’s morphed. You aren’t some perfect, fantasy being. You’re a man with strengths and weaknesses, and I see them and love them all.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I murmur. I pull him to me, kissing the top of his head. Feeling his soft curls and smelling his sunny scent.
“I want us to be together. Can we do that?”
“Yes. Please. I’m sorry I got scared. It wasn’t just about Brian. I was worried that what happened to my mom would happen to me. That I’d find the man of my dreams and then lose him.” I hold his cheeks with both hands and kiss him. And this kiss feels like it’s a seal on a contract. Like I’m officially making him mine. Maybe I already did that when we had sex. Or when I kissed him the first time. Or the first time I listened to him. But no matter what,he’s fucking mine.
“I love you,” I repeat.
His smile transforms his face. He’s happy.
I make him happy. We makeeach otherhappy, because I’m pretty sure my grin matches his.
Back in the day, I’d never smile for pictures, because I thought I was too cool. Now, I want to just be the person I am. I don’t care what others think. All that matters is that I’m with Alden.
“You do,” he murmurs, “and it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced. And you’re not going to lose me.” He closes his eyes.
I grin. Again. “What would you like to do now, babe?”
“I want you to do whatever you want to me, no holds barred. I want to see you take your pleasure.”
“I want the same for you. I want to give you pleasure.” I could not have said a truer sentence if you paid me.
I want toliveto give this man pleasure. A man who thought he wasn’t worthy. Who denied himself human contact because he was nervous and shy and had been hurt. I want to show him he doesn’t have to be afraid anymore.
He leans up and kisses me, and it’s like our very first kiss. Fumbling and passionate and we can’t get enough of each other.
“You don’t have to be so careful with me,” he says. “You’re always so gentle. You can be a little rough if you want.”
“I don’t want to be.” I want to cherish him. I rake my fingers through his soft hair, tugging it lightly. My hands skim over his torso, enjoying his soft skin. He’s lean and doesn’t have a lot of body hair, but I like his curves and planes. The little dip above his hip and the way his belly button is kind of lopsided and adorable.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he says.
“Yes, sir.” I grin. I love how assertive he is now.
Once we’re both undressed and lying on my bed, I line up our cocks and rub us decadently together.
“Okay,” he whispers. “This is good.”
I like seeing his arousal rise in the way his eyes get wide, then have to shut because he can’t take it anymore. The way he starts to hold his breath and then pants. How he curls his toes and his skin flushes or the small hairs stand on end. I love all of it. I love all ofhim.
It’s so simple: we belong together.
“You’re mine,” I say, needing him to know it.
He snuggles into me, laughing. “I think you’remine.”
“I am.”
He does an expert flip, and now he’s straddling me while he looks down at me, his fingers tracing patterns on my chest. Then he boops my nose and kisses me. I laugh and spin us again.
We continue this part make-out session, part wrestling match until I cup his ass and he groans, kissing me more forcefully, and now it’s on.
