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We've showered, ordered room service—twice—and are comfortably snuggled under the comforter, on our sides, facing each other.
Wilby's face is lit up by the yellow glow of the bedside lamps.
"This," I murmur, tracing my fingers over the ridge of his shoulder.
"Huh?"
"Remember when you asked me what my favorite feeling in the world was, and I never answered?"
"I do."
"Well…it's this. Lying here with you after you've been inside me. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. It's beyond sexual. It's intimate. Do you… Do you feel it, too?"
"With all my fucking heart."
"So what are we going to do?" My chest tightens. "How do we make this work?"
He sweeps his fingers down the side of my face. "I'm not sure. Are you coming back to Scuttlebutt?"
"I am. Strictly speaking, I don't need to. But I may have accidentally on purpose left all my stuff there, so, yeah, I need to go back to collect it, and I can probably swing a few days, maybe a week."
"Fuck. That's not long," he says.
I blow out a breath. "It really isn't. But it's better than me having to fly straight back home."
"True." He sweeps his fingers down my neck. "I hope I wasn't too rough with you before. Don't know what got into me."
"You were." I smile. "But I loved it."
He smiles back. "What do you need right now?"
"Nothing more than this." I take a breath. "And just tell me everything's going to be all right."
"Everything is going to be all right, Col," he says, his voice firm. "Somehow, someway, we'll find a way to make this work."
I close my eyes andchooseto believe his words. "You promise?"
"Swear on my fucking life."
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Wilby
"Why does it feel like every day brings with it another monumental life experience?" I ask over breakfast the next morning, dunking my spoon into a bowl of Weet-Bix.
"Probably because it does," Col answers out of the corner of his mouth.
I really should learn not to interrupt his food consumption with something as pesky as talking. It ain't pretty what I'm seeing.
But after last night, I'll take Col even at his unprettiest.
Because that was some hardcore real fucking adult shit we did. And I'm not talking about the ten-star sex—that rating is to be expected after all—I'm talking about the talking we did after.
It was a milestone moment for us.
He wants to be with me. He's feeling what I'm feeling. This isn't something that I'm imagining, and it's not one-sided. What's happening between us is real.
And scary.
