We hold each other’s eyes again until we both end up laughing. I flop onto the bed beside him, shaking with laughter at how fucked up we are. Normal people would not find this situation funny, and five minutes ago I was raging, but now I just can’t help but laugh. He sure as hell should be angry with me, but he’s not.

“You’ve clearly spent too much time with my friends, Ives. That sharp tongue of yours will get you into trouble if you aren’t careful.”

“Somehow I think I’ll be okay,” I reply with a smirk of my own. “Seriously though, we need to talk.”

“About your jealousy.”

“And yours, among other things. This was clearly you just trying to get a rise out of me. Congratulations, it worked.”

“Perhaps.” He rolls onto his side to face me. “What else are we talking about?”

“What we’re doing here.”

“We’re laying in my bed talking, apparently about talking.”

“Levi!” I smack him in the pecs. “I’m being serious.”

“Okay,” he holds his hands up while laughing, “I’ll stop. I’m just nervous.”

“You have had a two-hundred-pound defensive lineman running at you and I’m making you nervous?”

“A sack might bruise, but you could shatter me.” He says softly and seriously.

“I know we like each other-”

“No,” he cuts me off as he sits up and leans over me. “I don’t like you, Ivy.” He cages me in with his arms on either side of my body. “I love you. I’m obsessively in love with you. Last year was torture, the hardest year of my life. Seeing you with Oliver everyday was like death by a thousand cuts. I told myself at the beginning of the year I wasn’t going to let you run away from this because whether you realize it or not, you love me just as much.”

I look up at his dark blue eyes, which are so full of emotion. Love, anger, pain, and hope all swirl together in their midnight depths. I bring my hands up to cup his face, dragging one of my thumbs across his full lips. This moment feels like we’re standing on top of a cliff together, and regardless of what I do, we’ll never be the same. In the end, there’s only one option for me.

“I love you, too.” I say as I pull his face down to mine. His heart is beating so hard and fast I can feel it against mine.

He looks down at me with such love and intensity, it makes my chest feel like it’s going to burst. His lips brush mine softly, but before I can deepen the kiss he leans back. “Say it again, Ives.”

“I love you, Levi.” I’m so overcome with emotion and utter relief that a tear falls from the corner of my eye. “I had no idea how much until just now.”

“I’m going to need you say that to me on repeat for the rest of our lives.” He kisses my forehead. “At least a hundred times a day.” He kisses my nose. “Because I’m gonna marry the shit of you someday.” He kisses my neck. “And you’re going to have our five exceptionally athletic, intelligent, and gorgeous babies.”

“Slow down, there, Levi.” I slide my hands down his chest and over his abs. “Let’s get through college first.” When my hands brush the waistband of his boxers, I slip my fingers inside. “Also, I’m not sold on five kids.”

“I’ll be a househusband.” He says against the mound of my breast. He groans appreciatively as I push down his jeans and boxers with my hands and the heels of my feet. He kicks them the rest of the way off and pushes me further up on the bed.

He drags my sleep shorts down my legs while I pull my tank top over my head. He pushes my knees apart and takes a second to look me all over. He bends and presses a trail of kisses up one thigh down the other, deliberately leaving my aching pussy untouched. He slowly circles my nipple in a teasing motion, leaving every part of my body wanting more.

“I’m torn between wanting to punish you for the past year and wanting to worship your body from top to bottom.” He pulls his body flush against mine, the head of his dick teasing my swollen, desperate clit.

“Option two, please.” I say running my fingers through his hair and pulling his head down to mine.

Our kiss this time is frantic and untamed, all tongues and teeth. His resentment bubbles up and pushes his kiss to a primal level. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind myself against him, whimpering at the friction of his cock sliding through my wet folds. He reaches over and grabs a condom, rolling it on with practiced ease.

Then he slams himself into me, forcing a gasp from my lips. I feel so full, stretching around him as he glides in and out of me. He wraps his arms under me and, without slipping out, hauls us both into a sitting position with me straddling his kneeling legs. My fingers dive into his hair as begin to kiss again, just as feral as before. His hand reaches down between us and he pinches my clit sending me into an immediate orgasm. He lets me stay on his lap as I go boneless from my climax but keeps thrusting himself into me.

He lifts me off him and turns me, telling me to get on all fours so he can pound into me wildly from behind. His hands wrap around my hips and angle me up perfectly for his cock to hit my g-spot. I look over to the right and catch our reflection in the mirror. Watching all the muscles in his body ripple and bunch and flex with each movement sends me crashing into another orgasm. I feel him finish inside me, his cock jerking his release while he moans my name.

“Two-pump chump my ass,” he says, smacking my ass loudly and chuckling.

I smile into the pillow to smother a laugh.

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