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“I miss you at night. When you’re sleeping.”

Her chest heaves faster. “You do?”

“Yes.”

The kiss is a slow, thorough entrapment like everything else she’s doing—and I let her. I let her fucking own me. I sign my soul over, signature on the dotted line.

I all but tear the red silk from her body in my haste to reveal that place, that place that feels more like home than anywhere I’ve ever lived.

“You’re in deep everywhere.” Her voice is reedy, gasping. She reaches down for my right hand, which is still needlessly clutching and yanking her panties sideways, placing my flattened palm between her breasts. “Not just between my legs.”

I could come just watching her go. Witnessing her absolutely screwing me for life, my soul firmly in her possession.

I drag my tongue up the sensitive slope of her neck. “I know what you like.”

“What about what I love?” she murmurs haltingly against my mouth, her eyes squeezed shut. “What about who I could love so easily?”

Brave. She’s braver than me. I stop thrusting. I crush myself against her, inhaling, dizzy from the excessive pace of my heart.

“You,” she says against my ear. “I could love you so easily.”

“You just made a dick joke to a couple of nuns.”

“I didn’t mean to.” She winces, obviously replaying the encounter. “Oh God.”

“That’s who they’re talking to right now. God.” I sigh, patting her on the back. “Asking him to guide you off the dark path of sin.”

Laughing, she shoves at my shoulder. “Stop.”

This won’t be a story we tell the grandkids.

This one is just for us.

Isn’t this supposed to be the happy ending? Guy saves girl, guy kisses girl and they ride off into the sunset? The girl isn’t supposed to say nah, thanks, I’m good.

“So…” I start to lift my suitcase out of the trunk, but he does it for me. With one finger. Is that supposed to impress me? Because it does.