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It’s sex without words or pretense, just both of us working to get to the same place My movements are slow, full of lazy sleepiness and that ht bravery that makes me roll on top of hith Hisintentionally gentle, careful with me

He’s usually so much more talkative Maybe it’s that it’s so late, but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s working to pull himself out of the hallway and back into the bedroo my hips, and any uneasiness dissolves, replaced with a rowls, rocking up into er sleepy and relaxed I’ass and down my spine I’m so full of him, so full of sensation, it’s all I ary and wild

He pusheshly as he shoves hirowls, reaching up with one hand to grip hly "Fuck me harder"

And I do I find anchor withdown onto hiain I’ve never been so wild on top, never , slick and rough, and with a sharp gasp I start to coht, desperate sounds falling from my lips

I want

So

Coe growl froers clamped to my hips and his teeth pressed towith a hoarse shout after a final, brutal thrust

His arht band aroundhis breath I feel dizzy; o but I need to shift erly lift myself off and slide down next to hihis still-hard ck along my clit as he kisses my chin, my cheeks, my lips

"I want more," he admits into the dark room "I don’t feel done"

I reach down, slide hi, but there’s so, no space between us, the black of night spread across the bed like a velvet blanket--that makes my bones ache with how intense it is between us

"I just want to ainst my mouth and rolls on top of me "I don’t want to think about work or friends or even eating I want to exist on you alone"

With this, I re to ask him what happened at the door "Are you okay?"

"Yes I just want to fall asleep inside you Maybe our bodies will ain while our brains sleep"

"No, I mean," I start carefully, "as at the door?"

He stills "Perry"

Perry The friend asn’t in Vegas with the rest of the my neck Finally, he says, "I don’t know In the ht? I don’t know"

Chapter THIRTEEN

I DON’T HAVE TO open my eyes to know it’s still dark out The bed is a nest of warm blankets; the sheets are sent I’ in that place between awake and drea whispered intoup fro in your sleep?" War the skin there He kisses one cheek and then the other, brushing his nose along my jaw on his way back to my ear

"I saw your shoes by the door," he whispers "Have you walked all of Paris by now? They look nearly worn through on the botto ht in front of me Around each corner is another street, another statue, another building older and et to one place and that only makes me want to see what’s beyond it, and beyond that I’ve never been so eager to beco to learn my city And God help the poor boys who see you walk by in that little sundress I saw hanging in the bathroo you home and I’ll be forced to chase theainst the side of my face The bed shifts and his breath ruffles my hair I keep my features relaxed, my exhales even, because I never want to wake up Never want hiainI’hs, and I hear the exhaustion in his words I’m not sure I’ve fully appreciated how difficult this must be for him, to balance what he sees as his responsibility topulled in every direction

"I asked you to coone I never h" He laughs into my neck "Everyone I knoould roll their eyes at that Oliver, Finnespecially my mother," he says fondly "They say I’ood to you"