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I cup her face between the palms of my hands. "Oh, Quinn…I know that now. I do. And I'm so sorry for treating you like shit. I had no excuse, and I hate myself for behaving like that. I hurt you, and I’ll spend every day trying to make that up to you if you’ll give me another chance."
"Ezra…" She smiles weakly as more tears start to flow. She shuts her eyes briefly, takes a deep breath, and brings her eyes back to mine. "I need you to understand that giving to the people I love is just part of who I am. You need to let me take care of you, just like you went above and beyond trying to take care of me. I want to be partners with you, Ez. Not another burden you have to work even harder for."
I drop my hands in shock.Did she just…? "Y-you love me?" I ask, my heart almost exploding with hope in my chest.
“I do. I love you with everything I have in me,” she admits, and I immediately reach out and bring our lips together, kissing her hard and deep, reconnecting with the one place I feel at peace—with her.
“Quinn,” I say, pulling back for just one moment before taking her mouth again.Fuck. I missed this feeling. Whatever it is that happens when our lips connect, fireworks explode all over my body, my soul, and I know for sure that Madame Lovehart was right. We can get through anything…together.
As our kiss deepens, our hands wander, and we tear off each other's clothes like we’re long-lost lovers. Although, in a way, weare, and having her naked and in front of me reminds me once again of what I almost let slip through my fingers.I’m the luckiest man alive right now.
I make a trail of hot sucks down her neck and over to the curve of her delicious breasts as my hands wander down her body, searching out all the right places. I let my fingers graze between her legs, her seam drenched in her fluids. A hungry growl bubbles within me as I glide my finger over her clit, again and again, bringing it to a stiff peak before I slide a finger into her warm, wet cave, and she arches her back, moaning.
"Ezra…"
My cock jolts, eager to get inside, and all I can think of is pushing into her. Returning home.Home isher...
"Quinn?" I murmur, my lips against hers as my tip presses against her entrance.
"Yes, Ezra?"
I bring my lips down to hers, kissing her deeply before I whisper, "I love you, too." And then, finally, our bodies and souls reconnect once more.
21
Quinn
Sunlight finds its way through the blinds and onto my face, waking me from a beautiful dream. I dreamed that Ezra came over and that we made up. It was definitely thewetkind of dream, too.
I come to and realize that I fell asleep on my couch. But something is…off. I'm lying on a warm body, one that smells like…Ezra.
I slowly open my eyes, and tears come as I realize that I wasn't dreaming. He reallyishere, he reallydidcome—literally! Relief floods my system, like a dam cracked open, the wall of emotions comes crashing through.
I can't stop myself and kiss him deeply. Just to make sure.
He slowly wakes up, and I can feel a smile form upon the lips while I'm kissing. He responds in kind, long, luxurious lashes of his tongue before he pulls us apart. "Good morning, sunshine," he says with a grin.
"Good morning yourself, handsome." I kiss him again and again, my mind refusing to believe that this is real life. He came back. We’re us again. Everything is OK. "Coffee?"
"You read my mind," he replies, giving me a peck on the lips.
I begrudgingly get myself off the couch and put on the oversized cardigan that I left on the living room floor. My steps feel light, and as I make my way to the kitchen my heart can't stop singing. I sway my way to the coffee machine to turn it on, and spin myself to get a coffee filter and some beans. I hum a random song as I put everything together to make the best damn cup of Joe I've ever had.
I'm inlove, dammit, and I'm going to enjoy it.
Maybe I should make us breakfast, I think while I stand in front of my fridge.
Before I know it, I've made a full spread. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast…I even took out some sausage to add to the spread.
"Woah, that's some coffee," Ezra says from the kitchen entryway as I grill away.
I twirl over to him and kiss him deeply. "Well, I felt like making a breakfast to go along with the coffee, and then I quickly realized that I didn't know what you liked for breakfast because we've neverhadbreakfast together before so I, uh…" I gesture to the spread on the table before continuing, "I made a bit of everything, so I couldn't go wrong."
He grins and plants a kiss on the tip of my nose. "You could never get it wrong. I loveeverythingbreakfast. Although, I was kinda hoping I’d get the chance to eat you too.”
I giggle and hand him some cutlery. “I’m partial to a nice big sausage myself,” I say, grabbing him seductively between his legs.
He groans. “Get thee to your bedroom, Quinn."
