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“You haven’t been shavin’,” he murmured.
I shot back up and grimaced as my ribs screamed. “How the hell was I supposed to shave when I could barely bend over?”
“I like it,” he said with a laugh. “Why are you mad?”
I glared at him.
“I’m serious,” he said, still laughing. “It’s different.”
“You don’t shave your balls,” I shot back.
“I trim them,” he replied defensively.
“Sure you do.”
Rumi’s chest shook with laughter. “Fuck, I love you.”
“Don’t try to backpedal.”
“Who’s backpedalin’?” he asked, bending over me until I dropped back down onto the bed. “It was an observation, No. I don’t mind that you have a seventies bush.”
“I don’t have a seventies bush!”
“It’s kind of sexy,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me. When I wouldn’t kiss him back, he let out another huff of laughter. “I wouldn’t try wearin’ a swimsuit in public though.”
ThenIwas laughing and pushing at his chest. “You’re such an ass!”
“I’m so happy I have you naked again. I’m not sure where to start,” he said to himself.
“On the other side of the room,” I shot back. “With your hand.”
Rumi grinned wide as he climbed onto the bed, settling his hips between my thighs.
“If I thought you were serious,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I’d probably cry.”
“I didn’t think we’d ever be like this again.” I ran my hands up his arms, following the movement with my eyes. Rumi hadn’t ever been big, he was built lean like his dad, but it was all muscle. I don’t think I’d ever felt safer than with his arms around me.
“I knew we would,” he replied, leaning down on his elbows so he could run his thumbs over my jaw.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He kissed me lightly, his lips barely rubbing against mine, but it didn’t last long. Soon, we were frantic.
“You have to be quiet,” he said as he ran his open mouth down my neck. “The walls in this house aren’t very thick.”
“You’re the loud one,” I said, reaching down to wrap my hand around his cock. He groaned, proving my point. “Shh.”
In the silence, we explored each other’s bodies, finding our favorite spots again and lavishing them with attention. He left a hickey on my hip bone. I bit the inside of his thigh. I scored his back with my fingernails, forgetting about the tattoo. He pinched my nipples to watch them redden before sucking them into his mouth. When he finally pressed my legs wide and slid inside me, we both let out heavy breaths of relief.
“You’re mine. No,” he whispered, looking at where our bodies were joined. “No going back.”
“I’ve always been yours, idiot,” I replied, arching my back as he laughed silently. “Glad you finally got with the program.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, lowering his body until our chests pressed together.
“You’ve been home to me since we were thirteen years old.” I leaned up to kiss him.
“I’ve always been slow to figure shit out,” he replied ruefully. “But I’m gonna be the best husband.” He started to move. “I promise.”
