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I can feel every touch. Taste the tension in the air. Taste him. Fireworks are dancing around my body, around my vision as little flashes of white and black start to cloud my vision.

With his thumb now on my clit, his pace picks up as one hand slides beneath my ass and lifts me, just enough to change the angle perfectly.

“Holy fuck,” I groan out.

“Everything okay, wife?” he asks, and I feel my pussy pulse at his words, involuntary clenching that he obviously feels. “You’re suffocating my cock right now. Do you like it when I call you my wife?”

Nodding, I pull his lips down to mine and kiss him, his pace picking up quickly, no longer unhurried. My toes start to tingle and in one split second I’m drowning, overdosing on pure ecstasy of this orgasm, clawing at his body as my entire body clenches, I feel like I’m floating. Like I’m having an out of body experience where I’m watching this all happen to me and can’t quite get grounded.

Immediately after I fall over the edge, Harris follows, pounding in me wildly as we both freefall through pleasure, until finally he’s still. His forehead falls to mine, his eyes closed, as we both bask in silence, attempting to catch our breath.

It’s intense, intimate, and full of the emotions we’ve shoved down that are no longer fine with being ignored. The love I have for Harris is no longer fine being pushed down, it wants to be front and center where I can no longer ignore it.

Reaching up, I run my fingers down his cheek, loving the way his face melts into my hand, his eyes fluttering open with the sweetest smile on his face.

“Hi,” he says quietly, before rolling off me, pulling me along with him.

“Hi,” I say, the words I want to say on the tip of my tongue, but I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll say the words and maybe, just maybe, he’s changed his mind and then I’m going to feel like an idiot because I’ve ruined everything.

But it doesn’t feel like it’s one sided.

Leaning forward he presses a kiss to my lips, a soft, slow kiss that’s tender and sweet and I’m filled with so much love that I can’t hide it. I can’t not tell him.

“Harris, I—” I start, but he beats me to it.

“I love you, Avery,” he says with a smile. “I never stopped loving you, not one single minute have I ever felt anything but pure love for you, even after everything that happened between us. I couldn’t bring myself to be mad or hate you, I just wantedyou to be happy. For the longest time, I thought you were. I thought you were in love and living the life you chose. Knowing we wasted years away from each other because of some dickwad makes me crazy, but being here with you, our baby in your belly, my ring on your finger… there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I’ll continue to love you more and more every day because you’re it for me.”

My eyes brimmed with tears and my heart racing a million miles an hour, I smile so big there’s no chance he doesn’t realize how happy he just made me.

“I love you too, husband,” I say, leaning down to kiss the ring I bought him even when I thought this was all a joke. “More than I ever thought possible. You’re everything to me and all those years we spent apart, there was always something missing in my life. You.”

“Always,” he says, his eyes sparkling with pure uncontained happiness that reminds me of all those years ago before life jaded us.

“Want to see something?”

“Yeah?” he says skeptically.

“Take your ring off.”

Slowly he slides his ring off and places it into my hand. With a smile, I spin it around until I point out the simple engraving I begged the guy to do the same day.

Always.

He stares at it for a moment, and I swear I see his eyes fill with tears before he blinks them away. The quote we always told each other every time we said I love you. Always. I couldn’t not put it on his ring, real or not, he deserved to know the truth.

I’ve always loved him, and I always will.

In a flash, he’s sliding his ring back on his finger and climbing back on top of me.

“What are you doing?”

“Fucking my wife this time. I’ve gotta a lot of time to make up for.”

“Good thing we’ve got a life time to get there.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Harris

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