Page 129 of F*ckboys

We fall onto the bed together, our weight muffled by the plush duvet. Our bodies move in perfect sync, and we're in a dance of lust and need.

Moans escape us as we find our rhythm once more. She tastes sweet, like cinnamon and honey, and every gasp sends a shiver down my spine. Her nails dig into my shoulders in the quiet of the room as I bite her bottom lip, drawing blood. The metallic taste sends a jolt of desire through me.

As we climax, our cries echo off the walls, filling the room with a satisfying symphony of pleasure.

I roll off of her, panting hard, staring at the ceiling. This is what we needed.

I wrap a towel around my waist and zip to the kitchen, returning with a slice of fluffy cheesecake and a small fork. "Here, have some."

She laughs weakly, her body still trembling from our earth-shattering release. "Thank you, but I think I've had enough sweetness for tonight." I take a bite, the rich flavor exploding on my tongue as I watch her watch me.

"What's your grandmother going to say when she finds out we're back together?" Fallon sighs, crawling closer to me, her skin slick with sweat. "You know she's going to be pissed when she finds out about us."

I smirk, running my finger through the small pool of sweat that's gathered between us. "Let her be."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She slaps my chest playfully. "You used to care about what people thought. Especially her."

I chuckle, kissing her neck. "Only one person's opinion matters to me these days."

Her breath hitches, and she playfully hits my arm. "You're such an asshole."

I lean in, capturing her lips with mine once more. Our tongues dance as we savor each other like a fine wine.

When we break apart, she lays her head on my chest. "Dinner with the Dempseys tomorrow?"

"I know," I say, stroking her hair. I'm prepared this time."

She smiles up at me, her eyes shining. I know it means a lot to her when I attend her family dinners, as tense and uncomfortable as they can be.

"Forgive me?" I ask.

She nestles closer, her breath hot against my skin. "For what?"

"For making you mine again."

She tilts her head up, her eyes meeting mine. "You didn't make me yours again. I've always been yours."

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks, nearly knocking the air from my lungs. How could I have been so blind? So stupid?

I cup her face, my thumb caressing her cheek. "I'm so sorry, Fallon. For everything. For letting you push me away, for pushing you away back then, for not fighting for us."

A single tear slips down her cheek as she places her hand over mine. "We're both here now. That's all that matters."

"It's not all that matters," I say firmly. "You deserve so much more than this—than me. You deserve the world, Fallon. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you get it."

Her lips curl up in a soft smile as she wipes the tear from her cheek. "You're all I want, Aksel. You always have been."

I swallow the lump in my throat, blinking back the sting in my eyes. "I don't deserve you."

She shakes her head, her smile never fading. "That's where you're wrong. We deserve each other. We always have."

I crush my lips to hers, pouring every ounce of love I have for this woman into the kiss. She is my heart, my soul, the very air I breathe. And I'll be damned if I ever let her go again.

When we break apart, I rest my forehead against hers. "I love you, Fallon. So damn much."

"I love you too," she whispers. "Always have. Always will."

My heart swells at her words, bursting with love and joy and hope for our future.

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