Page 118 of My Debacle with De Lorenzo

“I’m coming,” Dylan mutters hoarsely.

I don’t know why, but those words are a catalyst for my orgasm, accelerating the adrenalin rush within me. It explodes through my body like a scalding wave of exhilaration and at the end of it, I’m hanging limply in his arms. He slowly brings down the intensity, sensually kissing my shoulder and my neck.

“I love you,” he murmurs. It wouldn’t be Dylan if he didn’t make it sweet and intimate somehow.

“I love you, too,” I say, wrapping my arms tighter around him.

And I mean it with my whole heart. I love him. I love him for all that he is. His strength. His vulnerability. His humor. His kisses. His hugs. And the cheese. Man, do I love the cheese. I love everything. He is just...everything.

15. Dylan

August 03, 2019

“Morning, Mom!” I greetas I enter the kitchen. “Where’s dad? Did he leave for the restaurant already?”

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