Were you mine?
Our bodies moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, each movement filled with a tender, aching need.
“Jake,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. “You are my everything. Please, don’t let go.”
“Never,” I vowed, my voice trembling. “I’ll never let you go again.” And I made love to her. Like I never had. Like it was our first time.Like we were back in our old days.
Our lovemaking was slow and tender, a reunion of souls that had been torn apart and finally found their way back to each other. Every touch, every kiss was a promise of love and devotion, a silent vow to never be separated again.