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I stroke her hair and press a kiss to her forehead. “Do you need apologies in the form of sexual favors?”

“Yes.”

“From me?”

She laughs against my chest. “Now stop being funny.”

“I like making you laugh.” I slide one hand down her back, enjoying the soft happy hum that comes from her mouth. “You okay? For real?”

“Yes.”

“Not freaked out about last night?”

She shakes her head against my chest. “I’m happy,” she whispers.

“That scare you?”

“Yes.”

“You okay with that?”

“Yes.”

“Not just saying that to make me stop talking?”

She shakes her head again, and this time, her hand drifts down my side.

My morning wood sits straighter, begging for pets the same way my dog does when we’ve been separated for an hour.

“It’s okay that you’re still leaving,” she whispers.

My heart, unlike my morning wood, flops over and heaves a sob.

Huh.

Apparently good sex with the woman I’ve been madly in love with for almost a decade makes me melodramatic.

But I get where my heart’s coming from.

I don’t want to leave.

I want to stay here, in Ginny’s bed, in her disaster of a room, and simply exist without the rest of the world existing.

I press a kiss to her forehead. “Not leaving today.”

Her hand drifts over my hip, and she drags three fingers across my ass cheek before bringing her hand forward again and gripping my cock.

My eyes cross at her touch, and I reflexively pump my hips into her grasp. “Fuck, your hand feels good.”

“As good as my pussy?”

“A desperate man doesn’t argue with anything he’s given.”

She kisses my chest. “Are you desperate?”

“For your touch? Always.”

She shivers against me.