With All My Love
I whimpered, pressing my hips into his, needing friction.
"Oh, how I love you, Annabelle Bliss," he whispered against my mouth.
"I love you too," I whispered back.
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
His smile was soft, his eyes shining with a forgiveness that undid me, as if nothing I had done in the past mattered now, only the love reflected there.
Oh, my Patrick. My beautiful, gray-eyed, tattooed Patrick.
"I love you," I breathed. "I'm in love with you, Patrick Young."
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