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I stare into his eyes. “Then, maybe I know you better than the people in your life do.”

His hands cup my cheeks and his lips brush mine. This time, it feels deeper, darker. More.

“Sunny,” I murmur, and suddenly, we’re stumbling to the bed, kissing badly because neither of us seems willing to stop long enough to walk properly.

When we finally tumble onto the bed together, I forget every single one of my fears.

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SUNNY

Della lands on the bed next to me, her hair all mussed up from my hands, her cheeks pink, her lips swollen from my kisses. And I have the completely insane thought that I want to remember her exactly like this.

Every fucking detail. Her plump lips, sweet cheeks, and bright eyes.

And she’s not even naked yet.

But she looks happy. A little nervous, maybe. But not scared.

And right now, she’s only looking at me.

“You sure?” I ask.

Her eyebrows pinch together. “I thought we established I said yes.”

I try to think of an answer she’s gonna understand. “You ever run a test twice, just to confirm what you thought you knew from the first time around?”

The lines across her nose ease. “All the time. It helps us figure out if the first test was an outlier and…oh, wait. That was the repeat of the first time you asked. To double-check my answer.”

“Yeah, Indy.” I stroke her hair away from her face. “So, was that a yes?”

“Yes. It was a yes, Sunny.”

I pull her into me and kiss her. Slowly, as I lower my hand to the band of her bra and pop it open. I want her naked, and not just for the obvious reason of having sex with her. Once, I tried to really think about why I love sex so much, and I realized it’s perhaps the only time you really and truly feel another person’s body against yours. When touch can be soft and warm and hot and deeply intimate.

Most of the time, the only way you touch someone else is the occasional back slap, or to shake hands, or someone nudges into you when you’re standing in line. I’ve often wondered if it’s because I was never hugged or loved as a child that there’s such a novelty to it for me. Not conflating the whole sex and being naked and being a child thing, ‘cos that’s just fucking wrong.

But holding someone and being held has long felt like the best part of sex.

Rolling onto my back, I tug her across me, then pull her down to me, kissing her as I simply slide my hands over her back. Her plentiful tits mush up against my chest. She’s so soft and huggable.

I’m not gonna waste a moment of tonight with her.

As my hands slip beneath the slightly gaping waistband of her jeans, her pussy grinds over my cock. Haven’t come in my jeans from a bit of humping in years, but there’s always a first time.

And we have hours. All weekend, if need be. I bet I can persuade her to stay. We don’t have to leave this room except for food and water. And I’ll get to wake up with her and hold her close as we doze in the morning.

So, I kiss her like we have all the time in the world.

“Wait,” she says suddenly, and jumps off me.

“You okay?”

She shakes her head as she curses the button and zipper on her jeans. “Fine. Just didn’t want to be wearing these anymore.”

I have to bite back a grin. “You know, I had plans to take those off for you.”

She kicks off her sneakers, then shimmies out of them, and her tits bounce as she does.