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“Show me,” it came out breathy.

I rocked forward again, my hand sliding up one of her legs, anchoring us closer, making it so much deeper. My other hand found her neck, my fingers splaying around her possessively as I pulled out before sinking into her heat again.

My lips claimed Felicity’s again, my tongue loving her mouth, the way my body loved her. “I love you,” I whispered against her swollen lips, “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Jason. I do.”

My pace quickened, needing more. Needing everything she had to give. Our skin became damp, our kisses clumsy, all while Felicity met me thrust for thrust.

My partner.

My equal.

The girl who taught me there was more to life than the game.

Who taught me how to love.

The girl I planned on keeping for as long as she would have me.

The next morning rolled around too quickly. I’d dropped Felicity off at home last night and then gone home and drunk one too many whiskies. I was so fucking happy things between us were finally good, but