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I alant more

His taste His touch His words His love

I want it all

His time His smiles His patience His heart

And he gives it all toI need He hands it all over on a silver platter

Tugging on his hair, I pull his face to h hiainst my lips as he releases his hot seed inside h we’ve both co, touching, loving each other—refusing to break the connection

Until our son’s shrieks ring through the house, letting us know he’s awake

“Let’s go away,” I ht and we’re snuggled on the couch with aattention to

“What?” he asks, confused

“Neither of us has any obligations,” I explain “Let’s take RJ to the beach house Back to where all this started We can introduce him to the sand and the ocean Spend soia Maybe have Tristan and Charlie babysit so we can all go out Charlie’s offered several times”

Ryan considers this for a moment before he says, “I don’t want to run, baby” He kisses hten the blow “I know you’re scared, but we’re in this together Running to another state isn’t the answer”

I want to argue that that’s not why I want to go away, but deep down I know he’s right Living in a bubble with Ryan is a, but every time that daoes wrong If we could run to the beach house, that bubble has a better chance of staying intact

“Why don’t you invite theests “We can have one of our parents watch RJ so we can go out You’re twenty-one now, so you can even legally drink” He waggles his brows playfully “Then I can bring you home and haveour tiot drunk—only this time he wouldn’t have to play nice

“Fine, but I still want to take RJ to the beach”

“And ill” He presses his lips toof the laundry, we know the kitchen is safe fro, and I know you won’t kill me in my sleep”

Micaela