Page 109 of Charmed, I'm Sure
All I saw was him.
His eyes, glowing beneath the warmth of the Christmas lights strung for the festival.
His smile, bright enough to make even the Grinch love Christmas.
An instrumental version ofChristmas Time Is Hereplayed over the loudspeakers as I followed him into the grass.
But the only thing looping through my mind was the sound of his voice—telling me he was falling in love with me.
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Love Shack
Magnolia
Everythingaroundmeblurred,except for the sapphire blues searing into my own. Clothes fluttered to the ground like feathers. Hands moved languidly along skin, tracing curves and muscles, while lips parted and teeth nipped.
Pillowy softness met my back, a sharp contrast to the fiery line of kisses trailing down my sternum, broad palms sliding along my sides before cupping my breasts. My fingers wove their way through chestnut locks, silky strands slipping between them as I arched beneath his touch.
My back bowed as he filled me, his name falling from my lips like a plea or a prayer as he rocked into me with agonizing slowness. His hands never stilled, his mouth a constant murmur of sweet words that washed over me like sun-soaked ocean waves.
“More, Taylor, please. I need more,” I begged, sweat-slicked skin sliding against his as his lips traversed my neck and shoulder.
Sitting up, Taylor pulled me into his lap, guiding me until I was straddling him, his cock nudging insistently at my center. Bliss like I’d never known radiated through every cell in my body as I sank down onto him, taking him fully.
We moved together like a call and answer, giving and taking all we wanted, all we needed. Pleasure built, coiling tight and fierce inside me, the crescendo rising with each thrust. Grunts and moans, whisperedaffirmations and praise filled the room, a symphony of need that made my soul sing. I was teetering right on the edge, right at the precipice of something divine.
All it would take was one… more…
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Something between a groan and a whine escaped as I rolled over, slapping my hand around blindly until I found my phone on the nightstand. Yanking it under the covers, I silenced the infernal thing and shoved it under my pillow.
Of all the times for my alarm to go off, it had to be while I was reliving the amazing night I’d had with Taylor?
Mother above, the universe had jokes.
After the shitshow that was most of the Winter Festival, he’d flipped the night on its head with one simple sentence that still had my head reeling hours later.
Of all the people on this Mother-damned planet, he’d picked me.
Waschoosingme.
He was falling in love… with me.
Warmth washed through me as his confession echoed in my mind, the way his eyes had locked onto mine, pleading with me to hear him.
And I had.
I’d heard him. Felt him, from top to toe, and cemented his words in my heart until all the sneers around us floated away like dust in the wind.
Cracking my eyes open just a smidge, I peeked out from under the covers. Late morning light filtered through Taylor’s bedroom curtains,illuminating the space and highlighting one glaring fact—he wasn’t here.
