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“I promise.” He holds out his pinky for me to take, in exactly the same way he did when he threw us off the leap of faith.

I link my pinky with his. “And promise me you will explain what the hell a bahookie is.”

Lincoln chuckles. “It means ass. Why?”

“Michael, in reception, told me yesterday I had a nice bahookie. Don’t be mad.”

He grins wide. “Oh, I have nothing to be mad about because Michael has a boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

“He’s not wrong, though. It’s fucking amazing.” He squeezes my bahookie. “But you haven’t been eating properly. Let’s shower, and then you can destroy my dick.”

I throw my head back, laughing.

“Then tomorrow I am taking you to my yaya’s. She is going to love feeding you, and then we are going grocery shopping together. I’ve always liked watching couples shopping. I want to do that with you and take walks on the beach hand in hand, bringing Pom-pom with us. We are doing all the shit. I want it all. I’m going to take you to the stationery store and you can buy washi tape. What the fuck is that anyway?” He doesn’t let me answer. “We also need to get you a car. I want to sign us up for a place on the next dance retreat at the hotel. I want to dance with you properly and Eva will teach you better than I can.” He’s so excited. “Oh, and we need to buy loads of shit for the house—flowers, cushions, ornaments, and especially more candles. They make the house smell nice. Anything you want to make it feel like it’s yours.”

“Like ours,” I counter.

“Yeah, like ours.” He sighs blissfully.

CHAPTER 29

Lincoln

Violet is currently kissing me in such a tender way, it’s as if she is hand-stitching my heart back together, piece by torn piece.

“I love you.” She ghosts my lips with hers. “I will spend my life showing you how much I love you, Lincoln. I will always be here. For you and with you.”

There is nowhere else I want her to be. This is where she belongs.

She moves south, laying a gentle path of kisses everywhere as she moves with grace down my body. It feels even better than sex because this is us connecting on a deeper level than we have ever before as we fully commit to one another.

“This is mine.” Her lips press against the skin over my heart and my newly stitched-back-together heart melts in my chest. It feels full of unconditional love for her.

She’s been patient and caring and put me first, and it’s the most extraordinary feeling to know that she would literally do anything for me.

Her lips find mine. My hands trace and caress her hourglass curves that I am completely obsessed with.

Wrapping my arms around her, I roll over, her back now against the mattress, and reacquaint myself with every one of her freckles, her soft skin, her warmth, and her curves.

Goosebumps dance across her skin in waves when I kiss her stomach, naval, cleavage, up to her neck.

Sweeping her hair to the side, I kiss the sweet spot behind her ear and whisper against the shell of ear, “I love you.”

She lets out a soft gasp as if she’s on the verge of climax.

Her legs open wide for me and I slowly ease myself into her wet pussy. She lets out another soft gasp and if I didn’t know any better, she might purr like a kitten with how turned on she is.

I run my nose down hers, then kiss her with everything I am. Because I’m not the guy who runs; that’s not who I am and I will apologize to her every day for the momentary brain glitch I had. Choosing to leave without a backward glance was a terrible decision, and one I will never make again. Not in this lifetime.

I’ve learned my lesson.

Violet needs me just like I need her.

She whimpers when I slowly move in and out of her body, gently gyrating and moving my hips in slow waves as I lose myself in her addictive sounds and curves.

I kiss her with the lightest of touches and our tongues tap each other briefly as I push the seam of her mouth open.

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