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I capture her mouth with mine, our tongues tangling in a dance as old as time but as electrifying as if it’s our first kiss. My hand finds the hem of her skirt, pushing it up, searching for the warmth between her thighs. She moans into my kiss, a sound that stirs deeper lust within me.
I break away from our kiss just long enough to look into her eyes. "Hold tight," I whisper before diving into the crook of her neck, kissing, nibbling, marking her as mine. She tilts her head back against the wall, giving me better access, her hands fisting in my hair.
The scent of coffee beans and pastries fades into the background, replaced by the intoxicating aroma of her arousal mingling with mine. I free myself from my jeans with one hand—the other still securing Kelly to me—and position myself at her entrance.
"Greg," she breathes out as I push into her, filling us both with an exquisite pressure. Our confined space doesn’t allow for much movement, but it’s enough. Each thrust is sharp and deep, driven by months of longing and desire.
Her fingertips dig into my shoulders, anchoring herself as she meets each of my movements with fervor. The soft thuds against the closet walls are drowned out by our synchronized gasps and moans. Everything is intense, concentrated—our pleasure building rapidly towards an inevitable edge.
"Kelly," I rasp out through clenched teeth as I feel that familiar climb beginning in the pit of my stomach.
"Me too," she whispers back, eyes locked on mine as we spiral together into that blissful oblivion. I come with a muffled roar. I slam my hand over Kelly’s mouth just in time to muffle her scream that would have surely given us away.
Moments later, we're leaning against each other for support in the aftermath, breathing heavily. She kisses me gently—so tender it makes my heart ache with love.
We fix ourselves up quickly but don’t rush to leave our makeshift sanctuary. Instead, we stay there for a minute longer than necessary, wrapped in each other's arms.
Stepping out finally into the light of the coffee shop again feels like coming back from another world. We share a quiet smile—our little secret—and return to our table as if nothing happened.
Yet everything has changed—we’re solid now. Unbreakable. And I know no matter what shadows lie in wait for us outside these walls, together we can face anything and emerge stronger.
With Kelly by my side, I’m ready for anything. My girl is worth fighting for.
EPILOGUE
One year later
Kelly
I adjust the lighting one final time, stepping back to admire our work. The exhibit gleams under the soft luminescence, each piece a testament to months of labor, love, and a little bit of luck. Around us, the museum buzzes with visitors, but it feels like it's just Greg and me in our own little world.
"Looks amazing, doesn't it?" I say, sweeping my gaze over the digital canvases we've created together.
Greg nods, his eyes reflecting pride and something deeper, something that warms my insides. "Couldn't have done it without you," he says, his voice steady but I catch the flicker of emotion there. He's not one for grand speeches, but his few words always hit deep.
"Likewise," I reply, bumping my shoulder against his. He grins, and I swear my heart does a somersault. Who knew a former soldier could have such a disarmingly sweet smile?
We walk through the gallery hand-in-hand, weaving between installations that tell stories of bravery, loss, and new beginnings. It's our story too, in a way. His past meets my designs, creating a narrative that speaks without words.
"Remember when you said you couldn't draw a straight line?" I tease, stopping in front of a graphic that melds his precise, tactical insight with my artistic flair.
"Still can't," he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "But I've got you to make my ideas look good."
"Always," I affirm, squeezing his hand. It's more than just the exhibit. It's a promise for all the tomorrows we'll face together.
"Think we've got a future in this?" Greg asks, his question laced with hope and a hint of vulnerability. The man who's faced down danger now looks to me for a different kind of courage.
"Definitely," I respond without hesitation. My past insecurities fade away when I'm with him. "As long as it's you and me, the possibilities are endless."
The exhibit hums around us, alive with visitors and whispers of appreciation, but all I see is the man beside me—the one who's taught me strength comes in many forms, including letting someone else into your heart.
We're in the quiet corner of the exhibit, the soft hum of hushed conversations fading as we slip behind a partition designed by yours truly. Greg leans me back against the cool surface, his hands tracing the silhouette of my hips with a familiarity that sends shivers up my spine.
"Kelly," he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck, "this...us...it's everything."
My heart races, the sound drowning out any remaining murmur of the crowd. "You're everything," I manage to get out, my voice barely above a whisper.
His lips find mine, insistent and fiery, stoking a need deep within me that only he can satisfy. I tangle my fingers in his short-cropped hair, pulling him closer as if I could somehow meld us together. There's a hunger in his kiss, one that speaks of a passion that's both raw and achingly sweet.
