The Fathers of My Child?
“Fuck you, Joel…”
He smirks faintly, finally, the tiniest smile. And then I grab his face and kiss him deeply.
His arms wrap around my waist, mine loop tight around his neck. He kisses my tears, my cheeks, my neck, desperately, worshipping, pulling me closer like he’ll never let me go again. His lips find mine once more, soft and hot and trembling.
“I love you, Dory,” he whispers against my mouth. “I love you so fucking much…”
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