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I'll love you loudly,

Love you fiercely,

And if you ever want to run,

Just run with me.

If I'm anything in this life, I'm yours.

P.S. Find me and kiss me.

Kiss me like you missed me.

I have to read it twice to ensure my mind isn’t playing tricks on me. But as I spin around, clutching the poem tightly in my hand, I open the door and find Tessa standing there before me. Her smile lights up her entire face, and I fall even deeper in love with her.

My girl. My Tessa.

She came home to me.

Chapter 51

Zane

As I stand before her, my heart pounds so loudly that it's the only thing I can hear. I gaze into her emerald eyes, lost in the connection that has never left us since the day we met. Without hesitation, I reach out and gently cradle her face in my hands, drawing her closer to my body.

Our lips meet, and I'm taken back to every kiss we ever shared.

I pull her into the house, kicking the door shut behind us. Leaning in close, I press my forehead against hers as I breathe her in. I allow my eyes to drift shut, surrendering to her warmth as her hands cover mine, which still hold her cheeks. When I open them, I find her looking up at me like the whole world could come crashing down around us, and she wouldn't even blink.

I've missed her.

I've missed every single thing about her.

Her scent—god, her scent—is intoxicating and has the power to bring me to my fucking knees. My body has longed for hertouch. My bones have ached to feel her against my skin. I've missed the sound of her voice and the way it soothes my soul. I've missed gazing down at this beautiful face and the way it changes every time she looks at me, revealing everything she's feeling. But it's her heart that I've missed most and how she loves me even though I probably don't deserve it.

"Are you mine, Tessa?"

"I've been yours since you asked me what my favorite book was."

As I lift her, she wraps her legs around my waist.

Pressing my lips against hers, I lower my hands to grip her ass, desperately clinging onto her as my need for her grows. I guide her to my bedroom, stripping her out of her baby blue summer dress before gently placing her on the floor.

I take a step back as she stands in front of me, wearing a red lace bra that barely conceals her beautiful breasts, and as she unhooks the clips and allows it to fall to the ground, I take another step back, my breath catching in my throat as I take in the sight of her.

"You're so fucking beautiful. So perfect."

So mine.

"Take it off," I demand as I slide my hand out of my pocket and point to her tiny thong. "I need to see you."

She slowly lowers it down her hips, stepping out of it and baring herself before me with a confidence that has me going fucking crazy with desire.

I peel off my T-shirt and slip my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants, my cock tenting against the fabric.

Her eyes scan my body, and her gaze consumes me. Her hunger for me is evident. "Now show me what belongs to me and only me, Professor."

I lower my sweatpants, revealing to her that I have nothing on underneath. Her teeth lightly graze her lower lip, and her chest rises and falls.

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