Page 145 of Stolen Kiss

Jensen

Fuck,but today had been a long and draining day.

It wasn’t bad, save for that fucking incident with the woman at the daycare, but it was emotionally exhausting.

Elodie was happy with this new development, though, and I couldn’t say I wasn’t, because I was.

Fuck, I was.

Elodie wasn’t at that age when she noticed other kids had moms and she didn’t. But she would be soon.

And it was just as well that I was in love with her mom.

I wanted this.

I wanted us to be a family so badly, I would do anything, give up everything, just to make it so.

It was late in the evening.

Emilia had said very little, though she had clung to Elodie for most of the day. I almost had to carry her out of Elodie’s room after we’d put her to sleep.

Now I was leading her into the guest bedroom.

She said she wanted to get to know Elodie, not as my girlfriend, and as much as it killed me to hear that, I had to respect her wishes.

So she was staying the night, and I was leaving her in the guest room.

I opened the door and let her walk through. She looked around the room before turning back to me.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” I said, my voice quiet. She didn’t say anything to that. I couldn’t tell what the look in her eyes meant. I didn’t know how she was feeling or what she was thinking.

“Jensen?”

“Yeah?”

She surprised me when she walked over to me and kissed me.

I held still, afraid any sudden move on my part might scare her off. She felt so fragile, like a skittish little bird I didn’t want to break in the palm of my hand.

She pulled away just slightly so she could whisper, “Kiss me back,” before she kissed me again.

So that was what I did.

I kissed her back.

I wrapped my arms around her, and I kissed her and I kissed her and I kissed her.

She moaned into my mouth, entangling her arms around my neck and pulling me in closer. I led us out of there, trying to get us back into my room, my lips never breaking contact.

We stumbled our way across the dark hallway until finally my hand touched the doorknob. I pushed the door open and pulled us into the dark room, my hand fumbling with the light switch.

I gave up halfway and she laughed into my mouth.

I smiled and pressed my lips harder against hers, pushing her down onto the bed.

We undressed in the dark. I helped her with the prosthetic leg, and she pulled my shirt up over my head. My hands skimmed her warm skin, reintroducing myself to all my favorite places once more, pausing over every curve that I loved, every dip, every softness.

I wanted to possess all of her, and I wouldn’t let her go.

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