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“Yes. There’s never been anyone but you, Sunday. No one I ever wanted enough.”

She sits back on her feet, exhaling deeply. “Wow, you really sucker punched me with that one.”

“Enough sentiments. I need to fuck you.”

“I bet you do!” She squeals out a laugh as I push her onto her back. She kisses me, her hands trailing down my sides and squeezing my ass, pulling me close. My skin heats, pleasure building and thickening my cock further. I can’t remember the last time I was this hard, this desperate to come. Our kisses become frantic, desperate, and I pin her hands above her head, lacing our fingers together.

“Now,” she whispers. “Please, Cole.”

I don’t allow a second to pass between those words and pushing my hips forward, my cock quickly enveloped by her heat. It’s a dizzying feeling after so long, and I squeeze her hands tight, pleasure soaring up my spine as I bury myself deep.

“Oh, god—” Sunday tips her head back. “I can feel all of you. Go deeper.” I’m so fucking glad she says that, because I have more to give. Inch after inch, deeper and deeper, as she whispers pleas for more until I’m bottomed out. “Jesus fucking Christ, I forgot⁠—”

“If you say what I think you’re about to say, I will come before this even starts,” I grumble into her shoulder and she laughs breathlessly. With slow and steady movements, I pull out, whispering curses under my breath. It feels so good, too fucking good, and my balls draw up tight.

“This doesn’t feel real,” she gasps, and straighten up until I’m kneeling between her thighs, my cock sliding almost totally out of her. Sunday looks up at me, and I focus on the point where our bodies meet, my cock slick with her arousal, her pussy pink as I push myself in and out with cautious movements. “If you don’t fuck me hard and fast, Cole, I am going to scream.”

I grin and pinch her clit, and she bucks. Sliding my fingers through her wetness, I push my index finger across the top of my cock and inside her, curling the digit. Her eyes widen and she drops her head back.

“Lucky spot,” she squeaks.

“Lucky spot,” I confirm, laughing. “I still know your weakness, Sun.”

She doesn’t look at me as she fists the covers. “Stop fucking smirking—” she shouts the last word as I twist and rub the place she loves the most, picking up speed as I slide my cock in and out. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh—” I apply pressure and I don’t need to see her toes to know she’s clenched them tight as she squirts over my cock and hand. Her nipples harden further as goose bumps scatter across her skin, and she groans deeply.

Her back meets the mattress, and I ease myself back into her as I lean over her. I gather her hands together, pinning them above her head, her blonde hair fanned across the duvet. My lips hover over hers, but her eyes are closed as I move in and out of her at a steady pace. Soft gasps leave her with every gentle thrust, a small line between her brows deepening as I fuck her with the kind of slowness that’s close to killing me off.

“Eyes on me, Sunday,” I say quietly, and she looks at me. Teardrops of green in the blue stare back at me, eyes that I knew were special before I could understand why. She keeps her gaze locked on me as I drag my cock in and out of her, warm pulses of pleasure shuddering through me. We’ve never fucked like this, and I hate that I lost ten years of it.

Because I was afraid.

Because I was so fucking lost, even when Sunday tried to find me.

“Come back to me,” Sunday says, kissing me, and I still the movement of my hips. She pulls her hands free from my grip and cups my face. “Where did you go?” My chest tightens, heavy with regret and words I’m still too afraid to say. “Don’t, Cole.” She kisses me again, a soft brush of our lips. “Let’s just feel good. We have forever to process our pain, don’t we?”

Forever. A word so easy for her to say, even after all I did and didn’t do.

“You’d still want this?” I ask, searching her eyes. “Even after all this time?”

She nods slowly. “I mean, you’ve got a fuck load of groveling to do.” I laugh and she grins. “We’re talking the whole nine yards. Flowers, chocolate, a puppy⁠—”

“We’re not getting a puppy.”

“Then I’m sorry, Cole. This just won’t work.”

I nip her bottom lip. “Fine, we’ll get two.”

She gasps dramatically. “Two, well hot damn. I might just have to marry you.”

“Would you?”

Her smile softens, eyes a little wider as she watches me. “Are you asking me to?”

My life has been running. From what I lost, my past, my mistakes, and the mistakes of those who were supposed to do right by me. It was easier to keep going and never face the guilt and the consequences.

I’m not running anymore.

“Yes,” I say, rolling my hips gently. “Marry me.”