Page 35 of Lovesick

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder, letting us stand there together in a way we never had before. There was no urgency. No sense that this wouldn’t last.

When he hugged me back, I knew we’d finally found the place where we could start over.

And it was all because I allowed myself to believe it could be different this time.

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1 month later

He was kissing my neck, and my body responded before I was even fully awake, arching and melting into him as his mouth found mine. I moaned, the sound swallowed by his lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging with a need that was almost painful.

His weight pressed down on mine as he rolled on top of me, never breaking the kiss.

His hand slipped under my shirt, rough and warm against my skin, and I gasped as he pulled it over my head. "Morning, love," he murmured, voice thick with sleep and desire. The heat between us grew as he pushed down his shorts, getting rid of them before doing the same with my panties. Then he looked down at me, taking in my naked body as the tip of his tongue ran across his bottom lip.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he groaned, dipping his head to kiss a line from my throat to my breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and squeezed both my tits with his hands.

I watched as he took his time, giving both nipples the same amount of attention before he moved up again to kiss my lips. “I missed you,” he murmured, making me chuckle.

“I was right here. All night long,” I told him as he broke the kiss.

“I know. But I wasn’t awake. I missed you while I slept.”

This version of Dean was soft, sweet, honest, and miles away from the man who once used me like I didn’t matter. Who was ruthless with my heart.

Now his words felt like balm to all the places he’d bruised.

I smiled gently and lifted my hands to his hair, pushing my fingers through it.

“I’m right here,” I repeated quietly, my words a promise.

“Good.” He pressed another kiss to my lips and reached between our bodies to slide two fingers through my folds. “So damn wet for me.”

That was something that hadn’t changed. Every time he was near, my panties were soaked. Didn’t matter in what situation, my body simply reacted this way. I couldn’t help it, but I didn’t want to, anyway.

His hand moved to his hardening cock, and with the tip, he brushed along my folds, up to my clit, and back down to my entrance before sliding into me with so much ease.

We both cried out, and he moved slowly at first, each thrust measured, drawing out the pleasure until I thought I couldn't take it anymore.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against my ear. “So perfect.”

I clung to him, nails digging into his back, urging him on. “Harder,” I begged, and he obliged, thrusting harder, driving us both closer to the edge.

My body tightened around him, and he cursed under his breath, burying his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby, you drive me crazy."

He continued to thrust into me until I shattered beneath him, and he followed a heartbeat later, shuddering, whispering my name. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he moved us so we were both on our sides, looking at each other as his cock still jolted inside of me. We lay tangled together, catching our breath, his heart pounding against my chest.

There was a time I wouldn’t have believed we would have moments like this. He used to be ruthless with me. Cold.

But he had changed. Truly. Deeply.

And somewhere along the way, I started to trust him again.

Not because he kept asking me to. But because he earned it.

Your choices led Emilia and Dean to find their way back to each other.

If you’d like to explore how things could have gone differently, return to Chapter 7 and try another path.

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