Page 128 of F*ckboys

Chapter 74

Aksel

Roxy slides out of the booth with a sly smirk, leaving me alone with Fallon. My heart slams against my ribs at the sight of her. She's a vision in red, her fiery hair tumbling over her shoulders, green eyes glowing.

"Hi there." Fallon fidgets under my stare, color blooming on her pale cheeks. "Roxy said you wanted to talk."

The tension evaporates, replaced by a surge of hope. She came. Despite everything, she came.

"Thank you for coming." The words sound inadequate, but it's all I can manage.

Her lips curve. "You're welcome."

We descend into silence. The space between us feels charged, alive, vibrating with things unsaid.

Dessert is dropped in front of us, and I'm suddenly ravenous. Silence is replaced by the clinking of utensils against china. But as beautifully as the dessert has been plated, I can't take my eyes of Fallon.

Minutes later, I drag my gaze from her face to the remains of our dessert. Two empty plates, two pairs of chopsticks, and a single mochi left untouched in the center.

Heat floods my face as I meet her gaze. Does she know she's always been my heart's desire? That she's the reason I'm sitting here, the reason my limo waits outside to whisk her away to my penthouse if she'll have me?

"Fallon—" The word emerges hoarse and ragged. I clear my throat and try again. "There are things I want to say to you, things I should have said a long time ago."

Her eyes soften. "I'm listening."

It's all the encouragement I need. The words come in a rush—my regret, my longing, my hope for a second chance. By the time I finish, my heart feels scraped raw and vulnerable.

Silence falls between us as Fallon processes my confession. Then she reaches across the table and takes my hand, her fingers twining with mine.

"We have a lot to work through," she says quietly. "But I want to try again, too."

Joy and relief flood through me in equal measure. I squeeze her hand, unwilling to let go. "Thank you. You won't regret this, Fallon. I promise you."

She gifts me with a soft smile. "I know."

The air between us has shifted, and grown warm and intimate. Desire flickers to life, heating my blood. I want nothing more than to get her alone, to show her how much she means to me.

I raise her hand to my lips, brushing a kiss over her knuckles. "Are you ready to go?"

Her cheeks flush, but she nods.

The limo ride to my penthouse passes in a blur. As soon as the partition slides shut, sealing us in privacy, she's in my arms. Our kisses are hungry, devouring, full of pent-up longing.

By the time we stumble through my front door, we've shed half our clothes. Fallon's hands roam my bare chest as I back her toward the bedroom, desire burning white-hot.

After tonight, there will be no going back. Fallon will be mine again, the way she was always meant to be. My heart swells at the thought.

At last, we've found our way home.

Inside my bedroom, the lights flicker on automatically, casting an amber glow over the plush sheets. A soft sound escapes from her throat as she takes in the sensual scene. Shadowy light dances across her skin, highlighting every curve.

I can't wait to taste her again.

"I missed this," I confess. "Missed you."

She moans softly, cupping my face. "Me too."

With that, I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, pushing her against the wall. The rough textured paint scraping her back doesn't seem to bother her as she throws her leg over my hips, grinding against me. Her breath hitches when her pussy meets my erection.

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