Page 143 of The Friend Situation

The magnetic energy between us is intoxicating, and I’m being pulled under, lost in the overwhelming sensation of him. A low growl escapes me; I’m unable to contain the flood of feelings as they overtake every cell in my body.

“Are you okay?” he asks, affection mingling in his tone as he rubs his nose against my neck.

He smiles against my skin.

“It feels right,” I reply breathlessly.

I am so full that I can barely handle it, but he’s so gentle. I thread my fingers through his messy hair, savoring every second with him. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I’m willing to explore it further as long as he’s trekking the dark woods of uncertainty alongside me.

Whimpers escape me. He’s pure ecstasy.

My muscles tense underneath him.

“I want more.” I can barely speak.

His movements are intentional, pushing as far as he can go, and I can’t help but let out a sigh, holding his cheeks with my hands as I meet his gaze, staring into his blue depths.

“Being with you is easy,” I whisper, studying him, hoping he understands what I mean.

It’s not just in this moment; it’s always. I never have to try when I’m with Weston; I just have to be.

Moans tumble from my lips, and I whisper his name in a breathless exhale.

His mouth captures mine, our tongues dancing in a rhythm that feels entirely natural as he slides out of me, only to plunge back in again. Emotions stream between us, and this is more than just having sex. It’s not supposed to be like this. It’s a connection that transcends the ordinary—something I never anticipated. I shouldn’t be lost in this in-between space with him right now, yet here I am, tangled in his web. I lose all control when I’m with him. I always have, and right now is no different.

“You were made for me,” I confess. The thought takes over and nearly consumes me as my back arches off the bed.

“Carlee,” he breathes, each syllable of my name falling from his lips like a prayer, “you feel so good.”

“Yes, yes,” I say, knowing I’m on the brink of demolishment. “Keep doing that,” I whisper as he picks up his pace, slamming into my G-spot.

Warmth floods through me, and I’m lost in the haze of him, wandering in a dream state.

“Oh. Oh. Oh, Wes.” It’s all I can manage as every muscle tightens and releases with euphoric intensity.

I growl out my orgasm, each thrust from Weston sending shock waves through my body until I see glittery stars bursting in the darkness. The room drifts away, dissolving into a blur, and I’m lost with him, consumed by the sensation. The only thing that brings me back to reality is Weston murmuring that he’s close. Seconds later, he’s buckling above me, groaning out his release as he sucks and kisses my neck, leaving tingles in his wake.

Our heads rest together, our breathing stabilizing, and his eyelashes tickle my cheeks as he rubs his nose gently against mine.

“It’s never felt li?—”

“I know,” I say, my voice a murmur.

“My Firefly,” he whispers.

I can’t help but wonder how we found each other in the darkness. I’ve embraced it.

Weston pulls out, and the euphoric moment morphs into something else entirely when he stands, his posture tense.

“What?” I ask, recognizing the alarm in his expression.

“The condom broke,” he whispers, and my gaze instinctively drops to the shredded rubber around his cock.

Panic rises within me. I sit up abruptly.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks, searching my face for reassurance amid the growing worry.

“Yes, but I’ve missed the past few days.” I shake my head. “I haven’t needed them. Since we met, I haven’t been with anyone.”

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