Page 193 of My Only

Feeling like best friends again? Check.

Physical affection that didn’t just lead to sex? Check. Check. Check.

And now?

Even if we hadn’t hit every mark, there was no way I could hold out any longer.

We were in Saint Lucia.

I was horny.

And I was done denying myself.

I turned onto my back.

Hassani’s smirk stretched into a slow, knowing smile.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I held his gaze, my breath catching.

Because this wasn’t just lust.

This wasn’t just hunger.

This was safety.

This was trust.

This was healing.

And we’d earned every bit of it.

I grabbed his hard dick through his linen pants, using my hold to pull him closer.

“Our two weeks are up.”

“Is it?” He smirked. “Wow, I had no idea. It’s not like… I’ve been counting down every minute of every day and conveniently planning this trip just in time for that… or anything.”

I gasped. “What?!”

He licked his lips. “What, what?”

I giggled. “Aside from that, you big ol’ sneak…”

He laughed.

“We’ve done everything Dr. Aldridge told us to do,” I said, shifting onto my knees and rising until I was eye-level with him on the bed. “Everything… except mutually agreeing we’re ready.”

His hazel-green eyes darkened.

He licked his lips. “Aight?”

I traced my finger along his collarbone, watching the way his chest rose and fell under my touch.

“I feel we’re healing,” I whispered. “Do you?”

“I do.”

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