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ELLISThere was a light garlic and butter scent in the apartment, alongside something I really hoped wasn’t smoke.I stood in front of the stove, wooden spoon in one hand and my phone propped up with a recipe in the other, stirring the sauce for what felt like the fifteenth time while humming a tune I couldn’t quite place.Cooking was way trickier than Julian made it look. He seemed to walk into a kitchen as if he’d been designed in a lab that produced both stunning people and culinary geniuses, whipping up meals that shouldn’t even be possible in a dorm kitchen.Meanwhile, I had somehow managed to dirty almost every bowl in the place and I wasn’t quite sure how I’d done it.Looking around, I assessed the chaos.There was flour on the counter, even though I hadn’t baked anything. A cracked eggshell lay next to the sink, so that was in the right spot. A strange smear of what could’ve been tomato sauce was on the cabinet door. And somewhere behind the toaster?A spoon. A spoon I distinc

ELLISAs soon as I said it, I felt the tension in his shoulders, something I hadn’t even noticed before...ease away at once, like a weight finally being put down. He rested his forehead against mine, eyes closing, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.The kitchen was quiet except for the soft bubbling of the sauce.Julian’s trademark smirk returned, faint yet genuine, as he leaned in and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. His mouth moved against mine with a tenderness that quickly deepened, pouring all the raw emotion of the evening into the connection.I melted into it, wrapping my arms around his neck as the world faded away to just the warmth of his body and the taste of him, feeling how he held me like I was something precious he feared might slip away.We were interrupted by the smell of the stew beginning to catch on the stove, prompting laughter from both of us as I reached back blindly to turn off the burner without breaking the kiss entirely.‎‎"Thank you," he whispered

ELLISSweat coated our skin, and the possessiveness in his grip, his fingers kneading my ass, pulling me down onto him with every thrust...created something warm and dangerous blooming in my chest.This wasn’t just about sex anymore; it felt like he was doing his best to claim me, body and soul, in the most intoxicating way...over and over.Until it was drilled into my thick skull.That I was his and his alone.Then my phone started ringing on the nightstand, the loud tone breaking through the haze like an unwanted guest.I froze for a moment, clenching around Julian’s cock involuntarily, which only made him groan and thrust up harder.Who was calling? I wasn’t supposed to be at work this early in the morning and the hospital bills had been paid in full.Julian reached for my phone."Don’t—ahh—don’t you dare answer that!" I panicked, my voice strained as I reached for the phone, but he was quicker."Shh, baby. I got it," he murmured with a wicked grin, still buried deep inside me.His

ELLISHe began with a slow, steady rhythm, gentle thrusts that built gradually, each one striking that perfect spot inside me with unerring precision.His hand didn’t stop its steady strokes below, syncing the two movements until I was lost in the rhythm, moaning his name like a prayer.The soft sounds of us filled the room, the slide of skin, our mingled breaths, and the occasional wet noise that would have made me blush if I wasn’t so far gone.Julian’s breath was warm against my ear as he nestled closer, his rhythm deepening just enough to make stars burst behind my eyelids."Aw, listen to those pretty sounds you’re making," he teased, his tone a mix of mock sympathy and genuine affection."Already falling apart again? My poor, greedy boy... can’t get enough of me, can you? But that’s okay. I’ve got all the time in the world to remind you how perfectly you fit me.""Julian...right there," I gasped, pushing back against him with more urgency now, the position allowing me to feel eve

ELLISThere was something comforting about that, the routine, the small acts of care that had become second nature."He always asks if I remembered the orange candies," I said, grabbing a bag, then reflexively picking up a second one. "Every visit. Even when things were tough, he’d still ask."Julian reached over and placed both bags into the basket silently.He didn’t say anything more about it, moving ahead slightly to check out something on the display near the end of the aisle.My chest did that thing it had been doing more lately, the warm swell, like something was being cradled gently rather than just held. "...Thank you.""You don’t need to thank me.""You keep saying that while doing things that make me want to thank you.""I suppose that’s a little awkward.""Deeply."He gave a small, genuine smile, and I looked at the basket, not wanting to say anything else because I was now on the verge of embarrassment in the snack aisle.At the checkout, I reached for my wallet.A hand a