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A growl rumbled from my chest as I plowed into him. Every emotion that had built up in my chest since I met Romare felt like it was on the brink of spilling out and making me go crazy. I kissed him as I came because I needed to taste him and to know that he felt just as good as I did.

Spurts of his load hit my stomach and I filled him to the brink. We both panted by the time I pulled out and his eyes held a dazed expression. I dug into a bag and grabbed a bag of wet wipes to clean us both up.

“Tell me you love me,” Romare begged.

I stopped and smiled down at him. “I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my life.”

Romare returned my smile. “Sorry I need to hear it so much but-”

I cut him off. “I’ll say it every single day. Every hour if that’s what you need to feel better.”

He sighed. “Why couldn’t I have known you a lot sooner? I wouldn’t be so screwed up.”

I shrugged. “Maybe we weren’t meant to meet each other before now. Besides, you were really fucking young just a few years ago.”

Romare barked out a laugh. “That’s right, I always forget you’re super old.”

“I will rub your face into sand,” I said seriously.

The sound of Romare’s laughter filled the beach and I knew my threat had gone in one ear and out the other. He wasn’t afraid of me. And I loved that about my boy.

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