Page 54 of One Lovely Lie

“I’m never leaving you again,” I tease, knowing that I truly mean every single word. I pull back and cup his cheeks, pressing my nose against his. “Kiss me.”

He does so without a second thought and I’m alive again. The taste of him, his scent, the texture of his lips, it’s all I ever want. He’s not slow or sweet. No, he’s hungry, feral, and as desperate for me as I am for him. I know that this could lead to so much more, as is evidenced by our cocks that are currently tenting both of our pants, but I pull back because we do have to talk.

“Can we sit?” I ask breathlessly against his lips and he nods quickly.

He doesn’t seem pleased when I sit down next to him, so he decides to drag me onto his lap. His hands don’t stop wandering as if he wants to commit every detail of me to memory. “What is it, baby?”

“Magnus, are you going to Germany once we graduate?” I ask, chewing the inside of my cheek as a dark cloud moves into his eyes. He looks down, tightening his hands on my hips, and lets out a breathless chuckle.

“That’s what my father thinks,” he says. “It’s not going to happen.”

“But my mother said it was set in stone,” I argue. “She said that you knew about it. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s not fucking happening,” he insists, kissing the tip of my nose. “You know how Michael gets. He’s a dick but we both know he’s not going to do shit. I just didn’t want you to worry about it. We’ll both graduate and we’ll both head to Harvard just like we planned.”

I nod, accepting it for the time being. Now it’s time for the next difficult topic. “About Thaxton—”

He groans, dropping his hands from my hips. “I told you, nothing happened—”

“No, I know,” I say quickly, wrapping my arms around his neck when he tries to get up. “I’m sorry I ever implied that something did. I was just insecure.”

He looks at me like I’m an idiot, eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Why would you be insecure? You know you’re everything to me.”

“I know,” I gulp. “But, before us, you used to be a bit—”

“Slutty?”

“Don’t call yourself that.”

“But I was. I was scared of relationships. I treated people like shit, just dumping them when they wanted more, but I think I realize why.”

“Why?”

“Because I was waiting for you,” he whispers, tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. “Because somehow, I knew deep down that all I needed to do was open my fucking eyes and there you’d be. I’m so sorry it’s taken so long for me to see what you always have.”

I kiss the tip of his thumb. “And what is that?”

“That I’m as madly in love with you as you are with me,” he says, breaking into a wide smile as he drops his forehead against mine. “That we were always meant to be. Forever and ever.”

My heart stops, and I want to pinch myself but I don’t because if this is a dream, I refuse to wake up.

I cup his face and let out a small sob. “I had hoped…I hoped that one day I would hear you say that.”

“You’ll be hearing it every day if I’m lucky enough to have you,” he whispers against my lips. His mouth hovers there—open and waiting—and I lick my tongue into him. “Fuck, I want you so much. Let me show you how much I missed you, baby.”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble, continuing to brush my tongue against his because I’m incapable of words.

I’m ripping his clothes off before he has a chance to say anything else. I’m groping him, desperate and greedy, touching every inch of him. I’m so frantic that I end up tearing his shirt a little bit as I whip it off his head. He just chuckles and continues to undress. Once it’s bare skin against bare skin, I feel like I’m home.

We’re fumbling like we’re inexperienced and rushed. I knock down half the shit on his nightstand as I blindly search for the lube. Once I get it, I waste no time. It feels like he’s moving far too slowly, so I’m already coating my fingers in lube and reaching behind me.

“What’s the rush, baby?” he chuckles against my lips, tracing his fingers up and down the spot where mine are fucking my ass.

I’m humping at his leg like a slut, so fucking needy, but I don’t care. “Want you. Want you so fucking much. Fuck me, please.”

With another chuckle, he flips us around until I’m on my back and his fingers have replaced mine. “Oh, I’m not going to fuck you. Not even close.”

I whine. “Please, please, please.”

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