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“What? Oh, no,” I reply, more than a little dazed by this man.
Then he proceeds to brush out my hair.
“Tyson, I love you,” I blurt out, but is it any wonder?
I was sure I loved him long before today but after today? There’s no way that I don’t.
He continues to brush my hair. I don’t need him to say it back, so why is it killing me that he’s not?
ChapterFive
Tyson
I’ve only dragged the brush through half of the strand of hair, but I stopped only because I’ve longed to hear those three little words from her since the fucking second I met her.
“I love you too, Stacee.” She lets out a breath that sounds like a sigh of relief, and I smile, tossing her brush on the nightstand.
“You do?” she asks, sounding unsure.
“Yes.”
“Are we crazy?”
“Probably, but who cares,” I reply. I’ve thought it enough times that I actually believe it now.
She twists her body so that she can reach my lips.
“I love you,” she says again, kissing me again. The kiss turns passionate, and my hands reach for any bit of her soft skin.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that. I love you too.”
“Me either.”
“What time is it?” she asks. I look at my watch. “Like six am Greenwich Mean Time. I’d say we still have ten hours left of flight time.
“I missed my nightly call with my sisters. For the first time ever. I think they’ll understand when I tell them why.” She hums happily, and I can’t believe my good luck that she’s all mine.
“I’m sure they will.” She moves to lie beside me by climbing over me. I can’t stop touching her.
“You know, for a couple of virgins, that was pretty fucking good,” she says, reaching down to the bottom of the bed and pulling the covers up over us. I slide down to lay flat. “I can’t believe we joined the Mile High Club our first time.” Her giggle is adorable, and I can’t help laughing as well.
“Go big or go home, right?”
“Right.”
She yawns and moves closer to me, placing her head on my chest. Reaching over, I use the nightstand remote to turn the bedroom's lights off, leaving just a soft light on over by the chair in the corner.
“Sleep, baby girl,” I murmur, kissing her forehead.
“Night,” she whispers.
I drift off to sleep as well. Full of contentedness and happiness. Several times throughout the night, we’d wake up and make love. Sometimes slow and gentle, other times a frenzied fuck, but always together. She’d grab my hand and lace her fingers through mine after each time. She didn’t let me go all night. It was almost as if she was afraid this was all a dream.
I know because I felt the same way.
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The Next Day
