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"Hey yourself," I murmur, closing the space between us with a couple of strides. My hands find the small of her back, pulling her close. She's warmth and all the home comforts I've been craving rolled into one petite, beautiful package.
Our lips crash together, no hellos needed, just this—raw and real. The kiss deepens, our tongues tangoing with a hunger that feels like it's been building for lifetimes. Every touch is fire, every breath shared.
She’s my other half.
"Missed you," she breathes out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, down to the dog tags that still hang around my neck.
"Every second," I promise, meaning every damn word. We're a tangle of limbs and need, right here in my kitchen, where any of my nosy neighbors could peer through a window and spot us. But risk has become part of the taste of her, and I can't get enough.
"Got something for you," I say, pulling back just enough to see the question in her eyes. The corners of her mouth lift in a smile that nearly knocks me sideways every time.
"Is it food?" she teases, because she knows me, knows the way to my own heart is through my stomach, just like hers.
"Better," I say with a wink, leading her by the hand. I guide her out the back, to where the night has laid out a blanket of stars above us. There's a real blanket spread on the grass, and I've filled a basket with everything Molly loves—chocolate-covered strawberries, a Caprese salad with that fancy mozzarella she adores, and a bottle of sparkling cider because she's got class.
"Wow," she gasps, stepping onto the blanket and looking around at the fairy lights I've strung up in the trees. It's no SEAL mission, but planning this gave me the same adrenaline rush, more actually because it was for her.
"Only the best for you," I say, proud as hell of the setup. We settle down, the evening air just crisp enough to make her snuggle closer. I pop the cork on the cider, pour us each a glass, and we cheer. "To us," I say, because there's no one else in this picture. Not now, not ever.
We feed each other bites, laughter mingling with the soft rustling of leaves. Her laugh is a melody I'd recognize anywhere, light and free, undoing the knots inside me piece by piece.
"Did you cook all this yourself?" she asks, eyebrow raised in playful skepticism.
"Hey, I can navigate a kitchen. Mostly," I admit, grinning. We eat, talk about everything and nothing, and I thank whatever fates have let me have this—her company, her smile, her.
I’m a lucky bastard.
As dinner winds down, the candles flicker and the stars seem to shine just for us. Every glance she throws my way is charged with that sweet tension that promises more—so much more. And I'm ready to give her everything under this endless sky, just so long as she keeps looking at me like that.
I pull Molly into my arms, our sides molding together like two pieces meant to fit. She exhales softly, her breath a warm whisper against the nape of my neck.
"Look at that one," she murmurs, pointing up. I follow her finger to a twinkling light dancing in the dark sea overhead.
"Shooting star," I say. "Make a wish."
She squeezes my hand, her eyes reflecting the cosmos. "I already have everything I want right here."
Her words hang in the air, more intimate than a whisper, more binding than a vow. I tighten my hold on her, urgency swelling within me as I gaze down into those deep brown eyes that don't just see me—they understand me.
"Molly," My voice is thick with emotion. "You've gotta know something. I've been through hell and back, but you... you make it all worth it. I meant it when I said I love you. Those weren’t just words said in a moment of passion. There's no one else who makes me feel...alive." It's more than a confession. It's the raw truth of my heart.
Her lips part in a silent gasp, and then she's kissing me, soft and sweet and slowly stoking the fire inside me until there's nothing left but need—pure and blazing.
"Love you too, Tanner. So much," she whispers between kisses that grow hungrier, deeper.
And then we're a tangle of limbs and desire as passion ignites between us. I'm not gentle—I can't be—not with the way she's clawing at my back, urging me on. "Fuck, Molly, I need you," I groan, pressing her into the blanket beneath us.
"Then take me. I’m yours," she breathes out, her voice laced with that delicious edge of innocence that drives me wild.
My hands roam over her body, worshiping every curve and dip, every soft sigh and sharp intake of breath only making my cock harder. I’m leaking precum all over the place, the side of my shaft slimy with the evidence of my desire for her.
I peel away her clothes with hurried movements, exposing her to the night air and to my hungry gaze. Her skin is moonlit perfection, begging for my touch.
"God, you're beautiful," I rasp, as I trail kisses down her collarbone, savoring the salt of her skin.
"More, Tanner...please," she begs, and I oblige, sinking into her warmth. The world narrows down to the slick heat of her, the clutch of her fingers in my hair, the way she moves against me—frenzied and free.
"She cries out as I thrust into her.
