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I nod. “Do you forgive me?”
He nods. “That’s why I’m here. These last six days have been miserable, but I’m most upset that I failed you, and I need to make that up to you.”
“You didn’t. I failed you.”
“We failed one another.”
I’ll never fault him for needing time to sort out his feelings, although it was torture waiting. “Rowan?—”
He leans forward. “No.” He shakes his head then presses his lips to mine and pulls back. “I love you, Kyleigh Nilsen. Will you be my girlfriend?”
I giggle, and tears spring to my eyes. He loves me.
Rowan draws back.
“Could you have asked me when I had mascara on at least?”
He tucks a stray piece of hair that’s escaped my messy bun behind my ear. “You’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you right now.”
“Good line,” I say.
“If you’d rather me be a jerk…”
I grab his shirt and bring him to me. “I love you too, and I’d love to be your girlfriend, Rowan Landry.”
His lips land on mine, and I release his T-shirt, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“We’re gonna need a bed for this.” He picks me up bride style and walks us to my bedroom.
He lays me down on the mattress, and I grab the hem of my T-shirt to take it off, but he covers my hand with his. “That’s my job.” Kneeling on the bed, he lowers himself over me, resting his weight on an elbow and pushing more stray hairs from my face. “You’re so stunning.”
He runs his hand down my torso, between the valley of my breasts, and fiddles with the hem of my shirt. Then he draws his hand up and under, his palm skating over my flesh, raising my shirt inch by inch. I suck in a breath when his hand covers my bare breast.
“Oh, I like this. New rule, no bra whenever I’m over.” He tweaks my nipple, and I run my hand along his strong bicep and corded forearm.
“Rowan,” I say, almost as if this is a dream, and he’s not really here. A half an hour ago, I felt despondent. Now, I couldn’t be happier.
His gaze floats up to mine. “You snuck up on me.”
“You did, too. At a time when I didn’t believe in love or forevers.”
He kisses my forehead. “You’re the best surprise of my life.”
Tears spring to my eyes, but I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to ruin this moment between us. His hand moves off my breast, and he swipes away a tear that slips down the side of my face. “You’re killing me.”
“No. I’m just loving you,” he says.
I run my hand through his hair and rest it on the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. He doesn’t rush our kiss. We’re not tugging and ripping clothes off one another. We take our time and explore because now we know we have all the time in the world to be together. There’s no longer an urgency based on the fear that we’re going to lose this. I’ve never felt so at peace.
He kisses every inch of my skin, and my hands roam every inch of his.
Once we’re naked, and he’s between my legs with a condom on, we stare into each other’s eyes as he pushes inside me. The thrusts aren’t hard and fast, but languid and thorough. We’re not screaming or grunting, we’re moaning and sighing.
My fingers run lazily down his spine, and his mouth barely leaves mine except to take me in. When my orgasm climbs to the point I can no longer hold it back, I come staring into the blue hues of his eyes, knowing he’ll always catch me.
His orgasm follows mine, and he jerks then stills but doesn’t withdraw, instead staying inside me because he doesn’t want this moment to end. We both don’t want the connection we feel in this moment to be over.
I’m not naive enough to think that our life will be perfect from here on out. We’ll have our arguments and disagreements, but I will forever remember that we have moments like this where we cherish and love one another. That will get us through the hard times.
