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His fingers stir against my stomach where his arm is draped over me. “Good morning,” he whispers, pressing his lips against my shoulder.
“Good morning.” I turn in the circle of his arms to face him, and I can’t help but smile. We’ve come a long way in a week. There are still moments that we’re working through, and there will be for a long time. You don’t recover from something like that overnight. But this feels right. It feels real.
“I love you,” he says, pulling me close to kiss me.
“I love you too.”
“On that note,” he says, smiling. “I have a question for you. Well, a question and a story.”
I prop myself up on my elbow. “Okay.”
“Back then,” he says. We’ve started to call it ‘back then,’ just naturally. “I had a plan. After graduation, I was going to take you away. Our first trip.”
“Where?” I smile.
Sam shrugs. “Wherever you wanted to go. It didn’t matter to me, so long as we were going to go together. Where would you have picked?”
“I don’t know. The world’s a big place. Maybe Greece. I’ve always wanted to go there.”
His hand strokes down my side, and I shiver. “Maybe I’ll take you there.”
“I’d like that.”
“So,” he says, reaching behind him towards his bedside table to check his phone, “I had this plan to take you on a trip, and while we were on the trip, I was going to give you this.”
He didn’t grab his phone. In his hand is a small velvet box. My heart stops beating. I’ve died. Died and gone. I’m no longer here. Sam pops it open, and there, settled in blue velvet, is a diamond ring. A pear cut diamond and a row of tiny diamonds on either side. It’s delicate and simple and just the kind of ring I love. Holy shit. Sam bought me a ring. “You were going to propose?”
“You’re surprised?”
I shake my head yes, then no. “I don’t know. It’s overwhelming.”
Sam takes a shaky breath. “Would you have said yes? If I’d had the chance to ask?”
“Yes,” I kiss him. “Of course I would have yes.”
He tilts my chin up so that I’m looking him in the eyes. “Will you say yes to me now?”
I gasp, and I feel silly because I didn’t realize that was the question he was going to ask me. I sit up straight in the bed, and I look down at him. “You’re serious?”
Sitting up with me, Sam is smiling so wide that I think my chest might crack open with his happiness of my own. “I would never joke about this, Fi. You’re it for me. You’re the one. You’ve always been the one.” He pauses, and it seems like he’s steadying himself. “Will you marry me?”
“YES!” I tackle him, kissing him until I can’t breathe. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He finds my hand and slips the ring onto my finger. “Your sister told me your ring size, and I made sure it would fit.”
“She is in so much trouble,” I say, laughing.
Sam rolls over me, and I go still, because he’s not laughing. He’s just staring at me. It reminds me of that moment we had at Rose’s party, where I think we both realized it wasn’t really over. I feel his cock grow hard and I wiggle underneath him. I can’t imagine a time when I won’t want him. Always, in a consuming way. Reaching between us, Sam fits himself against me and eases inside. We fit together like pieces meant to be together.
“I can’t believe you’re finally mine,” he says against my lips, kissing me and teasing my tongue with his.
We move together, steady, creating a rhythm together, and it builds between us. “I’m yours,” I say.
I wrap my legs around Sam’s waist, taking him deeper. There’s nothing between us, and I’m fine with that. I don’t want him to pull away, I want all of him. I want to feel him inside me. I want us to come together.
My hand is on his shoulder, and the morning sun catches my ring, and I can’t help but smile. Sam notices. “Would you like me to fuck you, Mrs. Logan?”
“Yes, please, Mr. Logan.”
He thrusts harder, and I lift my hips to meet him. The guiding of our hips together brushes my clit and it feels delicious, and every time he plunges his cock in it hits that place deep inside that only Sam has ever been able to touch. I’m seeing sparks behind my eyes. I can feel the orgasm coming, and I can feel it coming in Sam too. He’s breathing harder, and I grab his ass, urging him on. Pleasure spirals through me, and I gasp.
“Fi,” Sam says, voice jagged, “I’m—”
I feel him come, warmth spreading inside me, and it’s enough. Pleasure rushes in like a tide, deep and exquisite. I gasp against his skin, moaning, and he takes my mouth in a kiss. My pussy spasms around his cock, and he keeps rocking into me. Little shivers of pleasure continuing to ripple from my core, both of us unwilling to stop. When we finally come back to ourselves, Sam’s forehead is pressed against mine.
