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And then she arched her back, and I caught a glimpse of the bud of her clit, and I thought my heart was going to explode from the tsunami of blood it pumped straight to my dick.
She hopped down, turning to give me a smile straight from the devil himself.
“Game on, you fucking tosser.”
And when she slammed the door, I was pretty sure I fell in love.
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bitter pill
JESSA
My feet rested in Henry’s lap, dangerously close to his cock.
Finally, all was right in the world.
We sat on Cass’s mother’s sofa, the four of us working on crafts for the rapidly approaching wedding, to the sound of raindrops on the roof and windows. It had rained for two days, confining us to Cass’s house. Not only was it clean and cozy, but it smelled divine thanks to the four thousand candles her mother owned. Plus, it kept me close to Henry, which I’d very much needed.
For a moment, I’d forgotten all about him.
The man himself laughed at something Cass said as he tied another nude tulle sash to a strand of twine, and something jellified in my chest at the sound. Here, I felt like myself. Now, things were right and familiar.
I sighed my contentment, slipping a photo of Davis and Cass into the small frame that would be part of one of the centerpieces. We’d printed up dozens of photos of them spanning the years they’d been together. It seemed so long ago that they met, that we all came together, with all the possibility our lives would hold still ahead of us. Ten years later, those windows of possibility were little more than cracked.
Time was slipping away. I felt every second as it passed.
Conversation had dwindled and then split, leaving Cass and Davis across the room talking quietly, happily, oblivious to the rest of the world. I wished for that with a longing so deep, it left a space in my chest. Henry set the ribbons next to my feet and stretched, his shirt creeping up to expose his abdomen. A flush crept through me, and I rested my head on the back of the sofa, smiling at him.
When he noticed, he smiled back, shifting so he could see me better. He rested a hand on my ankle, stroking my skin with his thumb.
“You look lovely there, like this,” he said.
And there I went, poof. “Feeling sentimental, are we?”
“It’s hard not to when I’m around you. Do you remember when we first kissed?”
I chuckled. “How could I forget?”
“I haven’t been able to recall if we were eight or nine. It’s been driving me mad.”
“Eight. It was the summer in Barcelona.”
He sighed happily. “Ah, yes. Inseparable as always.”
“When we were together, which was tragically infrequent.”
“Hadn’t we snuck away from the nanny? I thought her head was going to pop.”
“Wouldn’t have been the first time.”
“No,” he said on a laugh. “It was a favorite pastime, as I recall, driving her batty.”
We gazed at each other for a moment in perfect silence.
My thoughts rambled about as I wondered over him, the culmination of years of dreaming. Was he truly it? Could Henry really be my future? I’d been waiting on him for so long, and here we were, at the end of the line, and he’d said nothing.
It needed to be said. It must be decided.
