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Then he did some tongue-flicking-while-sucking thing, and there was no way I could hold back.
“God, Keats,” I said. “You’re gonna make me come so fast.”
He groaned around me, then pulled one thigh over his shoulder, gripped my arse, and took me all the way into his throat, and he swallowed.
I saw stars.
Literal fucking stars.
I fisted his hair and shot my load down his throat, with no clue of the unholy sounds I made or what I said.
I could barely stand, and if he hadn’t had hold of my leg, if he wasn’t holding me against the counter, I would have slithered to the floor.
He let me go and stood up, wrapping his arms around me, now holding me up. He nuzzled his face into my neck. “Mm, you taste delicious.”
I barked out a laugh, pretty sure I’d fallen into some nonsensical world where nothing was real. “Jesus,” I mumbled.
He chuckled, then pulled back a little and scanned my eyes. “You okay in there?”
“I’m sorry. You’ve reached the number of Linden Acres. He can’t come to the phone right now. Please leave your name and number after the beep and he’ll get back to you as soon as he can.”
Keats laughed, then cupped my face in both hands. “Hello,” he said, still smiling. “I didn’t really greet you properly at the door.”
“Are you kidding? That was the best hello ever.”
He laughed again and softly kissed the tip of my nose. “Oh, I brought you this,” he said, taking a pink flower off the countertop. “I made it for you. The flowers were nice, yes, but you like the paper ones.”
“Oh.” I took the folded pink flower. “It’s beautiful. What is it?”
“It’s a mezereon,” he replied.
“What does it mean?”
He smiled, his eyes meeting mine. “A desire to please.”
I snorted. “Well, you nailed that.”
He chuckled, warm and lovely.
“But the real flowers were enough. You didn’t have to make me this as well.”
“Real flowers I can get you anytime. Any kind, any day of the week. They just don’t feel special.” He touched the paper flower in my hand. “But this? This is from me. I made it just for you.”
“One of a kind,” I murmured. “Like you.”
He gave me a smile that sent my stomach into a somersault.
“And dinner,” he said, taking the bag. “I got a mix of Japanese stuff. I wasn’t sure what you preferred.”
My god, he was just so considerate. My ex wouldn’t have even thought to bring dinner at all, let alone consider what I liked and opted to order an array of different things. “I like all of it.”
Every single thing.
We sat on my couch and shared every dish, taking bites and smiling, laughing.
“Sprout and Rapunzel seem to like it here,” he said, nodding to the two new plants.
“And Leonardo,” I added. “I love having them. They brighten my mood. How’re Elizabeth and Sebastian?”
