Page 115 of Romance Languages

Julian dipped down and kissed me hard. He shook and clenched, his back tight as he emptied himself inside me.

His eyes were glassy, hair sweaty, skin flushed with color. I was probably the same.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Why did I hold out for months on that? I’m such an idiot.”

“We’ll just have to make up for lost time.” Julian kissed down my neck. Something told me we’d be doing this again after dinner. And I was A-okay with that. As long as I was with Julian, I’d be happy.

I held up my finger and made one final check mark.

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