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300 pages, Paperback
First published February 14, 2022
“I’m your tree,” I remind him in a quiet voice. “And you’re my blossom.”
“It was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He pecks a kiss on my cheek. “And you make great cakes.”
“You only want me for my food.”
“Well, they do say the way to a man’s heart is via his stomach.”
“I shouldn’t have any trouble getting to your heart, then,” I muse.
“No trouble at all.” Addy sighs. “You’ve had a place in my heart for a long time, Fitz.”.
“I love you, Fitz. We fit together. We always have. You’ve been the most important person in my life for a very long time. I’m just sorry it took me so long to realise how much I love you.”
He threads his fingers together over my lower back. “What do you want me to do?”
His question catches me off guard, and I suck in a breath. I lean my forehead against his. “Can we stick to kissing and cuddling for now?”
“Anything you want.”
“I’m not sure wanting to kiss me so much is going to be good for you,” I muse.
“Why not?”
“Having to lean down all the time is going to give you a bad back.”
He chuckles and then claims my mouth again. “It’ll be worth it. But I can also do this.”
I yelp as he picks me up, marches me over to the kitchen, and sits me on the worktop.
“Better,” he decides, nudging my knees apart so he can stand between my legs. Then he kisses me again without having to stoop.
I wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy his warmth and tenderness.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper.
“So are you.”
“That’s what makes it an easy pact to make, Fitz. I promise to spend my old age with you and every day before it. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You’re my bestie.”
“Bestie? I thought only teenagers used that word.”
“Teenagers and us.” I lean down to kiss him. “You’re my bestie and the man I want to grow old with. Promise to grow old with me, Fitz?”
“I love you, Fitz. We fit together. We always have. You’ve been the most important person in my life for a very long time. I’m just sorry it took me so long to realise how much I love you.”
I put my hand on his leg, reminding him I’m there and it’s just a film. As the deaths start getting gorier, he moves so he’s snuggled up to me rather than the opposite arm of the sofa. I honestly don’t know why he suggests watching horror films.
He gives me a kind look. “Being into a guy doesn’t mean you have to be interested in doing anal or giving blow jobs. Plenty of women can’t stand giving blow jobs. Why would men be any different?” I shrug.
I’m undecided how sexy it is to be coated in his cum. He flops onto me, and my weighted blanket analogy from earlier pops back into my head. Only now, there’s hot, sticky cum sandwiched between us, and my brain still can’t decide how it feels about that. Is it sexy, or is it just a bit gross?
“I’m okay.”
“Sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Is this okay?” He rocks his hips very gently.
I moan deeply. “Yes. Oh, that’s nice. How is it for you?”