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“We’ll watch it together.” I kiss her. The truth is, I’ll build her any house she wants. I’ll plant her a field of flowers. We can fill the rooms with ten kids or none at all. Our house will be exactlywhat she wants it to be. But my home is anywhere she is, and it always will be.

I gently lift her, cradling her in my arms as I carry her to my bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and let my lips find their way back to hers. I let them find their way home. I kiss her slowly, gently. I kiss her without urgency because there isn’t any rush. With her, I get forever.

I help her undress and then undress myself. I kiss down her body. I kiss every square inch of it. I kiss her bruises that are still fading. I kiss the small scar on her stomach, where they removed her spleen. I move all the way down and up her body before stopping at the part of her begging for my attention.

I lay my tongue flat against her and she presses into me. I languidly lick as her sweetness floods my mouth. I circle her clit and the sensitive bundle of nerves pulses beneath my tongue. I suction it into my mouth, loving the way she squirms beneath me.

I continue to lick slow circles around her bud as I bring my fingers lower, coating them with her. I gently slide one inside of her, slipping it in and out slowly before adding a second. I slide them in and out of her, curling them into her to hit the spot that has her moaning. I pull them out of her, replacing them with my tongue. I keep all my movements slow, taking my time to build her up.

“You’re so beautiful, baby girl. I could watch you like this forever. Me playing with this pretty little pussy of yours while you squirm beneath me. I love when you show me how much you want me like this. How much you need me.”

“Please, Kade. I need you so bad. Please,” she begs as I circle around her clit again, barely applying any pressure at all.

I continue my ministrations until I have her panting beneath me. Then I wrap my lips around her pulsing pink bud once moreand she lets go. A gush of liquid floods my mouth, and I lick up every last drop before moving back up over her.

I hover over her, careful to not put any weight on her, so I don’t cause pain to any of her injuries. I align myself with her and gently slide inside. Heaven. No, better than heaven. That’s what she feels like. That’s what it feels like being connected to her this way.

I’ve never viewed physical touch as a way to connect with someone emotionally, not before Lo. It was always a means to an end or a way to have some fun. Then she came in and shattered the glass around it all. Our physical connection only strengthens our emotional one.

We move fluidly as one. We cling to each other, desperate for the closeness. I press my lips to hers, our tongues dancing to the same tune as our bodies. Our tempo stays slow, rhythmic almost. Right now, there isn’t a need for anything more.

There are no words, no rush. The world disappears, and it’s just the two of us escaping into each other. Loving each other. That’s how it’s been since the first second I saw her. The world stops spinning, time stands still, and we are transported to another dimension where nothing else matters.

I angle my hips so my stomach rubs against her clit each time I press into her. I keep my pace slow, hitting that sweet spot inside her every time. We let the fire build between us with each stroke, with each kiss, with each look into each other’s eyes. And then we let it consume us together. She clenches around me, her wetness mixing with mine as it seeps into her.

We stay that way, connected, our foreheads pressed together, our breathing aligned, our hearts beating to the same rhythm, until we can’t anymore. Then I pull out and stand, walking into the bathroom to get a damp towel. I clean her and myself before sliding back into bed next to her.

I lie on my back and gently pull her into me. I hold her close, stroking my hand through her waves as she lays her head against my chest. I could stay like this forever. Never leave this loft, never leave this bed, as long as I get to hold her for the entirety of it.

“I love you, Logan Grace Hart. More than anyone’s ever loved someone before. You’re the light in my life. You’re the air that I breathe. You’re a part of me I never want to lose.”

“You’ll never lose me. I’m so disgustingly in love with you, Kaden Pierce. I tried to be angry at you. I tried to force myself to push you away. I couldn’t do it, though. You’re in my veins. You’re in my head. You’re in my heart. You’re everywhere, and still, all I could do was miss you.”

She adjusts her body so she can look up at me as she lies against me. “No more secrets. Ever. Promise me?”

“I promise.” I kiss her forehead.

“So, what do we do now?” She laughs up at me. A big smile covers her beautiful face, and I feel my lips quirk up in turn.

“We live our lives. We love each other. We plan our future. Anything in this world that you want, we can do it, baby girl. We have forever. Only you. Only us, my beautiful girl.”

For once in my life, there’s no weight bearing down on my shoulders. I feel light, I feel happy. And it has everything to do with her. I’m no longer scared for the future but excited about it because I get to spend it with her.

She looks up to me with her big, grassy-green eyes, full of pure, unfiltered love, and says, “Only us.”

I don’t think there will ever be a moment more perfect than this.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-NINE

Logan

Two Months Later - February 14

Nine years ago today was the day my life catastrophically changed. I lost my best friend and my innocence, and though I didn’t actually lose Lennox that day, it felt like it.

I sit on the damp grass in front of my sister’s grave, staring at the headstone engraved with her name. It’s the first time I’ve seen it since this is my first time back here since her funeral. It was Kade’s idea to come here. He wanted to see my old life, meet my mom, know where I came from. I think he also wanted me to face this part of my life that I’d been hiding from for so long, though he never admitted it.

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