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“I like our kind of crazy.”

“We’re always fighting,” she added as that mischief I loved so much started lighting her eyes.

“As long as it’s you I’m fighting with.”

“It’s only been a month.”

“I wouldn’t care if it’d only been a week,” I countered easily. “No one ever has been, or will ever be, you.”

A shaky breath left her before she whispered, “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember,” stunning me into silence and gripping at my chest with her confession.

How had I not known?

Then again, if I had, would anything have changed?

Because I’d been subconsciously justifying thoughts about her, twisting them to make sense for who we were, for years. If I would’ve known how she felt before, I would’ve continued doing the same because I hadn’t been willing to risk my friendships then. More than that, I hadn’t been willing to let anyone mean anything to me until Cassidy changed my way of thinking.

And Maci? I think I’d known, even back then, she was someone who would mean everything.

Brushing my thumb along her neck, I swallowed past the knot in my throat and said, “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

One of her shoulders lifted. “Give me these next seventy years, and we’ll call it even.”

“Done,” I vowed before capturing her lips for what I meant to be a slow, lazy kiss. But I should’ve known nothing could be slow or lazy after days of heartache and the vulnerability in our confessions.

And the instant her lips parted with a sigh, a frenzy ignited between us, escalating everything to fevered kisses and torturous bites. Desperate, searching hands as clothes were removed and forgotten on the floor. Needy whimpers as I reversed our positions that had my blood pounding because I fucking loved when she made that sound.

“I love you,” I growled against her lips when she curled her legs around my waist, positioning me at her entrance.

“I—oh,” she cried out when I drove into her, and I crushed my mouth to hers. Swallowing the sound and her following moans as I channeled every pain and fear and need into that moment with her.

Baring all of me to her in the savage way I fucked her.

And God damn if she wasn’t right there, giving me just as much as I gave her.

Chills erupted along my skin when she shattered around me, her head falling back against the bed as my name left her on a breath, sounding like a prayer and a plea.

Heaven.

This. Right here. Claiming Maci while she seared her name into my soul was my version of Heaven.

And as we talked over the next few hours, and I slowly took my time worshiping her until we were both spent, I realized seventy years was a start, but it wasn’t nearly long enough.

Not when I needed this girl forever.

CONNOR

I sat on the edge of the bed, running my fingers through Maci’s vibrant red hair, and smiled when she made a little noise of approval in her sleep. Brushing my knuckles across her cheek, I leaned in and stole a soft kiss. “Wake up, Maci.”

One eyelid cracked open before shutting again as she curled her body closer to mine. “Sleep.”

“It’s Christmas morning, and you want to continue sleeping?” When she nodded, I laughed and made a trail of lazy kisses down her neck.

She whimpered and rolled onto her back, her hands weaving into my hair. “Well, if I’d known this was what you wanted.”

A groan built in my chest because, any other morning, I’d be right there with her. Just not this one. “Not right now, sweetheart. I have a fire going upstairs, and no one else is awake yet.”

“Is that so?” she whispered before tilting her head up to capture my mouth as one of her hands traveled down my chest to the band of my sweatpants.

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