Undeniable Attraction

I'm really sorry for the delay, but my classes started and I'll only be able to update once a week from now on. Sunday mornings.

Anyway, I really hope you all enjoy this chapter. It was a challenge to me, and I hope it's as good as you imagined it. Special thanks to Lyana Drake, WithoutTheDark, totally manic, kathrynew30, and hannahmaycullen for your feedback. And thanks to all of you that reviewed and added me to your lists. Thank you so much!

I don't think it's still necessary to place a warning here, as all of you are specifically reading an M slashy fic, but just in case, this is mostly a very long lemmon. If you're somehow offended by very decriptive sexual content, please stop reading.

So I'll leave you with Chapter 10, enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: All characters are property of Stephen Meyer, I just own my imagination, that is quite vast.

Chapter 10

Find your Place

JPOV

After a few laps in the pool we decide to have an early dinner and call it a night. We both are tired from the flight and we still have a whole week to enjoy the beach and the small town. So when Edward goes to take a quick shower I enter the big kitchen to look for something to eat.

I am pleasantly surprised to find that Alice had left instructions to the clean service that took care of the house once a week, to fill the kitchen with snacks and the basics for our stay: eggs, milk, coffee, bacon, cheese, beers and some cans. Alice told me that the lady from the clean service was called Conchita and that she would come on Thursday to clean the house. I make a mental note to thank her for all the attentions she took with us.

I decide to stick with a basic cheese omelet; not exactly the best dinner, but it would work. While waiting for the pan to heat, I turn around to look at the kitchen.

It's beautiful. It's really big, yellow and full of colorful tiles along the tops. It has the same red floor tiles that fill the rest of the house, with a big wooden table at the center with place for six. Everything about this house scream "home", everything is so… traditional. I guess that's why I love this house. I've always wanted a big family; a house alive with noise and laughs and running children. I never had that; we were just my mom and me for the most part of my life. And sadly, thinking about it, I guess I'll never have that either, being hopelessly in love with a man.

Thankfully, before I'm too deep into my suddenly miserable thoughts, Edward enters the kitchen with a broad smile that enlightens the whole room. I smile at him. If only I could have him, I know I wouldn't need anything else.

"What are you cooking Jazz?"

"Just an omelet, I really wasn't in the mood to go food hunting tonight. I'm tired."

"Yeah, me too." He plops himself into a chair with one hand still towel drying his wet hair. "But I was really hungry. Thanks Jazz, I absolutely love everything you cook." I turn my attention to the stove again, turning my back to him and trying to hide the blush ignited by his compliment.

"Why don't you look into the living room for a movie we can watch?" I ask him.

"Sure."

***

We spent the afternoon eating and laughing at the first Terminator movie. It's a classic, but come on!

I really enjoyed it, though. It was just like the old times. It had been a long time since Edward and I had been able to just chill out for a while talking and joking about nonsense. I had missed it a lot.

The afternoon pass and I grow even more tired, but I just can't make myself get up from the couch and say good night. I just don't want it to end.

But the next thing I know, I wake up to the soft voice of Edward calling my name. Somehow I ended with my head in his lap, and discover that the peaceful warmth surrounding me was not just his body, but his warm hands caressing my hair.

"You really should go to sleep Jazz. You need to rest, it was a long flight." He says softly, with his hands still running softly through my hair.

As comfortable and just plain happy as I am at being surrounded by him, I know he's right, and I know that maybe he really isn't as comfortable in this position as I am.

"M-hhmm." I answer still sleepy and make a clumsy effort to get up, tripping over the center table in my way to the bedroom.

He catches me just in time, and softly chuckling beside me, he leans my body weight into him, holding me by the waist. I contently sigh, feeling him so near me. Could we just stay like this? But in no time at all, he's sitting me in the bed and asking me if I'm ok.

"Yeah, I'll just… undress and get under the covers, don't worry about me." I say sleepily, I had no idea I was this tired!

"Well, ok..." He says with a small amount of uncertainty. "I'll stay in the living room for little while longer. Good night Jazz." He says turning around and leaving the room.

In no time at all, I'm sound asleep in my boxers.

***

EPOV

I NEED to tell him. The waiting is driving me mad. This is just our first night in here and all I can do while lying on the couch is think about him. Think that he's just a few steps from me, in nothing but his boxers and a thin blanket over him, tossing around the bed. Is he awake?

After a few more minutes (or had it been hours?), I finally get out from the couch and walk to the terrace. We decided to leave the balcony opened, so we could hear the constant lullaby of the sea. And as beautiful and calm as it is, I still can't sleep.

Leaning with my elbows over the iron railing, I watch the night lights of the bay, barely able to discern the sky from the sea in the pale moonlight. I smile. I was in a similar position when I finally realized my feelings for Jasper, just in a very different scenery. It seems that this house has a special place for me too.

I can't believe how hard it is to sleep with Jasper so near me. It makes me reconsider if the sleeping arrangements were actually a good idea. I thought I was pushing him, but maybe I was pushing myself too. I hear a soft murmuring noise from the bedroom and turn my head to look inside.

From here I can see the couch I've been trying to sleep in exactly in front of me, and I can barely make out Jasper's sleeping form on the bed. He's tossing around again, and the white blanket has pooled around his hips.

I sneak back into the bedroom and, very quiet and slowly, I make my way to his side. This night stocker thing is annoyingly becoming a habit to me.

I'm standing on the right side of his bed. When my eyes finally adjust to the darkness inside the bedroom, I'm able to see his perfect profile. My eyes rake again along his beautiful features, those that I'd already memorized from hours of seeing him asleep in the hospital. The need to touch him is almost unbearable; my hands are itching to trace his features, to run my fingers through his hair, to trace invisible patterns over his smooth chest.

Ever so softly, I take a sit on his bed, trying not to wake him up. I can feel his warmth, as much as that magnetic pull always present between us. Placing my right hand on his other side, I hover over him.

I get near him, as near as I can get without touching him, and I can feel his hot breath all over my face. His scent suddenly hits me like a ton of butterflies, flooding all my senses and fogging my brain. I can't control my breathing anymore. I can't control my heart, beating wildly in my chest. And God helps me, I can control my actions.

I lean forward, his lips inches from mine, when he suddenly opens his wide eyes and stares directly at me. I can see the confusion, the surprise and the undeniable desire on his eyes. He averts his gaze to look at my lips and I part them slowly in a silent invitation.

With a loud swallow and shallow breaths over my lips, he's barely able to whisper a shaky "Edward?"

But the last fucking thing I want to do right now is talk. And before my mind gets clear from his musky intoxication, I close the remaining distance and close my mouth over his lips.

Heaven.

I can't believe I let that very first chance escape me. I was too shocked to register the smooth sensation of his lips over mine, his warmth and his softness. I was too confused to let myself get drown in the intensity of his scent and the pull of his body. But not this time.

The feel of his lips over mine, his scent all around me and his warm breath over my face is enough to send me in overdrive. But the moment I feel his shocked lips start to move against mine, it's just too much. I'm barely able to contain the moan that is gathering in my throat. This is what I've been looking for all of my life. It was here all the time, right under my nose, and thankfully, is now right under my body.

I lift my right hand to hold onto his neck, and I'm able to feel the shiver that runs along his body. He gasps for air, and I pull away from his lips to tuck my head into his shoulder.

I can't contain the smile that breaks through my face while trying to even my breathing. With my hand over his chest, I can feel the deep heaving of his ribs, fighting hard to pull air into his lungs.

"I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss." I whisper almost inaudibly against his neck with my lips barely brushing his skin.

As much as my body aches for him, I find that I really like this game. How long will I be able to keep this up before he takes charge? The mere thought of a dominating Jasper makes me so fucking hard!

Before I'm too lost into him, I pull away and hover over him again. He wants to say something, but I hush him with a finger over his lips and my most seductive smile.

"Shhh." I whisper getting closer to him.

"Good night, Jazz."

And with a small peck over the corner of his beautifully pouty mouth, I get up and turn to leave.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Jasper calls behind me with a deep tone that makes me shiver and makes my cock throb in desire. A wide smile covers my face as I hear him getting up from his bed.

I don't turn around. I just wait for him right between his bed and my couch, with my back facing him. I close my eyes, sharpening my senses to the night. This is it. This is the moment I've been aching for.

I inhale deeply, and the still frail trace of his scent reaches my nose. He's coming.

I hear attentively, and am able to discern his quiet steps getting near.

I open my senses, and I can feel his warmth and electricity enveloping me.

He's here.

"Did you think you could just kiss me and get away from me, Edward?" He roughly growls in my ear from behind me. I can feel my knees getting weak. My whole body is humming in awareness, waiting for his next move. And his voice. I've never heard that voice before in my life. His rough, deep chords bewitch me like an ancient call, awakening the most primal desires deep inside me.

His left hand sneaks around my waist resting in my abdomen, and his right hand pulls my shoulder to his body, pressing against me. I moan. I can feel his tight muscles behind me, his strong arms holding me tight, enveloping me in his alive electric current. He nuzzles his face in my neck, spreading his hot breath over my flushed skin.

"Have you any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" He softly whispers against my skin.

"Turn around, Edward. Turn around and look at me."

I can't deny him anything at this moment, I don't even want to. His voice, his scent, his body, they're all like a drug to me. If he told me to jump out of the window right now, I would happily do it without second thoughts. I slowly turn around in his arms, not wanting to lose any inch of contact between our bodies.

I place my hands in his arms, not really knowing what to do with them. Now that I'm face to face with him, I just don't know what to do.

I look at him for a long time. Watching his dark eyes, his parted lips. A small drop of sweat running from his jaw to his neck holds my attention, and I can't help myself as I dip in to take it with my tongue. I lick it all the way up to his chin, and watch Jasper as he rolls his eyes with a loud, almost feral growl coming deep from his chest. It makes me painfully hard.

He takes my face between his hands and pulls me away from him, curling my hair in his fingers. He looks at me with a mix of emotions in his eyes. I can see his confusion, his hope, his happiness, his wariness and a lust so deep and strong, it almost makes me whimper.

"I don't want to play anymore." He whispers with an almost desperate intensity. And I watch in fascination as his features suddenly change from a desperate confusion to the determination of a predator stocking his prey. And I feel suddenly small and scared and so fucking turned on!

"Kiss me." He orders with that fucking sex voice that suddenly turned into my weakness. And as much as I liked my little game, I discover that I don't want to play either. So with no other option, I let myself get drown in his spell, the spell of his voice, and his scent and his luscious body. I don't want to fight it anymore.

I close the remaining distance and dip forcefully into his plump lips, holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life. I moan into his mouth at the feel of his soft, pouty lips moving against mine. His hot breath is numbing my senses, and in no time at all, I feel almost dizzy.

This is just too much. The happiness of this moment, the fear crawling into me at the finality of our actions, the desire and lust almost unbearable, and finally and above everything else, the powerful feeling of love between us. I feel loved, and I love him more with every passing second, and the mixture of all these intense emotions make me gasp.

He plunges his hot, wet tongue inside my mouth, effectively obliterating every thought and fear swirling around my head. It's just the two of us right now. Just the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other, the intoxicating mix of our scents together, the amazing miraculous feel of his tongue against mine, and the sounds of our raged breaths and our moans and whimpers.

I lace my fingers into his soft golden curls and pull hard to expose his beautiful neck to me. I nip into his chin and his jaw, making a slow wet path to his neck, and being urged by his breathy moans of my name. God! So many voices he has that I never knew before. They drive me crazy. I want to discover every one of them, to know them all, to get into the deepest corners of his being and elicit every little sound I can get out of him.

"God Edward, I've wanted you so fucking much… almost to the point of insanity." He whispers breathily in my ear. I can't help the sounds coming from deep inside me, sounds I've never emitted before.

"I've wanted you too Jazz, from the moment you kissed me," I stop to suck roughly on his pulse point, madly wanting to take something from him, something of him to carry deep inside me forever. "I didn't know it at first, but I wanted you from that very moment…"

We're a mix of sweat, and flushed skin and sexual sounds, exploring each other's skins and turning back again to our greedy mouths. I wouldn't let his lips leave mine if it wasn't for the fact that I want to explore his whole angel body and to feel his lips all over me. I can't believe I am this hard just because of a kiss. And while thinking about how this is the best fucking kiss of my whole miserable life, I feel his butterfly hands caressing my back, slick with sweat, and reaching to the waistband of my boxers.

I let out a deep rough growl at the feel of his warm hands needy squeezing my buttocks, and my hips press against his on their own accord. The feel of his hardness against mine makes me whimper and I feel embarrassed of myself for just an instant; Jasper pressing his hips back into me, making me forget even my own name.

"God Jasper! I want you so fucking bad!" I'm barely able to murmur against his swollen lips.

He looks at me for just a moment, and with a broad smile that makes my heart swell, he takes out his hands from my boxers and takes my hands in his. He pulls me and I comply, still absolutely hypnotized by this gorgeous creature in front of me. He stops me in front of the bed, and with hesitant hands, reach again for my boxers. Without breaking our locked gazes, he softly pulls down the only clothe keeping me away from him, and when I don't stop him, he kneels in front of me to help me get them out, almost reverently lifting one of my legs and then the other one.

I'm completely naked, and as exposed as I feel right now, I can't even feel self-conscious when Jasper is looking at me this way. His eyes are filled with wonder and love and a lust so fierce, that I feel I can cum in any moment even without him touching me. No one has ever looked at me the way he is now.

I feel the slow drop of precum leaking from my cock, and turn to look at it just in time to see Jasper's flat tongue reach out to lick it away. Can you die from ecstasy? My eyes roll back, the same as my head, and I let out an embarrassing squeal when I suddenly lose my balance and limply fall into the bed.

Jasper laughs a full carefree laugh, and as much as I want to be mad at him for laughing at me and being the responsible for my little mishap in the first place, I can't help myself from laughing with him and feel my chest and my stomach fill with electricity at the sound of such a free sound from him. He is happy. I make him happy.

The laughter subsiding, I feel myself breathing heavily watching Jasper getting up from the floor hooking his thumbs into his own boxers.

I sit up a little, resting my weight over my elbows to have a better sight of his beautiful body. He slowly lowers his underwear and I thickly swallow, suddenly nervous of what is about to come. What do I want to happen tonight?

I had a lot of time to fantasize about him, and I have to confess that great number of my fantasies are anything but innocent, but am I really prepared for this?

I'm back to this moment when I suddenly notice his hands folded protectively over his torso and an uncertain look on his face. I frown. Wasn't I able to convey the adoration I have for him as he did for me before? Why would he feel so insecure suddenly?

"Jazz?" I whisper, but he doesn't make a move to come near me and I'm aching for him.

I straighten up, sitting on the edge of the bed and reach out to touch him. I suddenly need the constant contact between us.

"Baby what's wrong?" He sharply turns to look at me at that, and I can see the fear crawling into his eyes. Is he scared of me?

I look into his face, trying to understand his fear and insecurities, and when I can't find a fucking clue about it, I move my eyes over his body, desperately looking for something. And then I notice it. His right hand is covering the scar of his wound, and I momentarily wonder if he's in some kind of pain, until I finally notice that his arms and hands are covering the small scars collected through his years at the police. Was this all about them? He's never had a problem with me seeing him shirtless before.

I lift my hand to cover his own, over his most recent scar, and lace my fingers through his, pulling it away from his body. He resists a little until I look at his eyes and smile tenderly at his sudden self-consciousness.

"Let me see you Jasper… I need to see you." I softly plead with him, trying to convince him with my eyes that I truly want him. With a defeated sigh he lets his arms fall at his sides and I'm rewarded with the most perfect sight I could have ever imagined.

I'd saw him naked once before, that only time I watched him masturbating in the moonlight. But seeing him like this, completely exposed to me, willingly showing me his most vulnerable state leaves me breathless. My hungry eyes try to swallow him all, try to commit this perfect sight into my memory for as long as I live. I watch the perfect hard muscles of his abdomen and his chest, the small buds of his nipples, his perfect contours so formidably manly, and the incredible hardness of his manhood. I look into his eyes again, softly tracing with my thumb the edges of his last scar, the one that took him away from me for such a long time, the one that made me realize the deepness of my feelings for him.

"You're so fucking beautiful." I whisper, pulling him against me by the hips and softly kissing each one of the faint scars that clutter his body. He sighs at the contact and I can feel the movement of his abdomen against my lips. He laces his fingers through my hair, filling me with a renewed desire, and my soft kisses become more passionate, transforming into full open mouth kisses along his abdomen. I can feel his erection pressing against my collarbone, leaving a trail of wet slickness along my skin, and I lift my left hand to softly caress his length just with my fingertips. The moan that escapes him makes me bite him over his hipbone, and he tightens his hold onto my hair.

This whole thing is so erotic. Every little thing I make elicits such a passionate response that in turn makes me want more and push my own limits, wanting more of his sounds, his voices and his caresses. An infinite cycle of eroticism.

Encouraged by his wanton sounds and his tight hold, I finally take his cock into my hand, curling my fist around him. His stomach recoil at the sudden sensation of my hand around him, and a soft purr sounds deep into his chest. I fucking love it.

With the direction of my hand, I run his cock along my neck and cheek, finally tracing the tip along my parted lips, letting my warm breath fall over him. I tenderly kiss the head of his cock before looking up to see him looking at me through hooded eyes.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you…" I say while firmly moving my fist slowly up and down his hardened length. I tentatively lean in to lick his shaft, my tongue flat against his silky skin, revealing on his taste and his concentrated scent. I lift my eyes to see his eyes rolled back and a soft smile tug at the corners of my lips. I'm making him feel good. I love making him feel good.

With his slicked cock glistening with my saliva, I continue to stroke him, greedily watching every gesture he makes at the pleasure I'm giving him. His face is even more beautiful contorting in pleasure and ecstasy. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips parted, his face surrounded with a small layer of sweat, his cheeks flushed, and his delicious mouth shifting between silent 'o's and 'ah's and gritting his teeth with his sudden groans.

I turn my attention back to his beautiful member, and also watch it closely in fascination. This whole thing is such an experience to me. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought about being with a man like this, to watch an erect member that wasn't mine, to feel it, and specially, to feel the sudden need to taste it. Not before the kiss, anyway.

The fear at my own feelings crawls again into my skin, trying to sound the alarm in my head to wake me up from my lusty haze. But I turn to look again at the man before me, and I remember that this is not a man; this is Jasper, my Jasper. And with all the love I have for him returning into me tenfold, I push my fears back into the farthest corner of my head, and give myself the opportunity to enjoy this experience without judging me.

I watch closely his member that seems to harden even more with every stroke. I watch the skin sliding a little over the muscle of his length. I watch the small liquid pearls dripping from his slit and my mouth waters. I lean in and lick them, thrilled at the deep sexual sound coming from Jasper: something between a moan and a groan. Pure Jasper essence, better than anything I've ever tasted, and I want more. Jasper gets a hold onto my shoulders, and I smile around his member knowing that I am the one doing this to him.

As much as I imagined this during the last month, I know I'm not prepared to give a full blow job, so no wanting to ruin this moment with a sudden panic attack, I decide to play it safe, just stroking him and licking his head. Anyway he seems to be enjoying it.

I close my mouth around his head and run my tongue softly around it. I can feel Jasper's hot breath moving my hair over me, swiftly getting out from his panting parted lips. He's digging his fingers into my shoulders, holding almost painfully tightly and I love it. I moan against him, gripping him harder and picking up the pace of my hand.

I start to suck on his head, desperately wanting to feel his climax between my fingers, and I reach down between his legs to softly pull at his balls. My hand is moving fast up and down his shaft, and he's following each downward movement with a push of his hips and a groan through his teeth. I keep sucking harder each time and I know he's close, feeling his balls start to tighten into my hand.

"Fuck… Edward… I'm… I'm…" He stammers breathless, digging his nails into my shoulders.

I suck hard, tightening my grip and move my tongue to flick the underside of his head. He throbs in my hand, cumming into my mouth with hot spurts of liquid. I keep sucking and stroking him more slowly than before, wanting to ride his orgasm a little longer, and am rewarded by a few more spurts of his precious essence with my name breathlessly leaving his mouth. I swallow it all, not even thinking about it, and finally free his softening member from my mouth and my hand just to lean in and kiss the soft firm skin of his abdomen, nuzzling against him.

He finally kneels in front of me, and I don't know if it was a premeditated action or just his legs failing to hold his body after his climax. He immediately locks his fingers into my hair and pushes his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. His tongue demands entrance into my mouth, and I'm too needy to deny him anything. I want him. I want him so fucking bad that my whole body seems to pull him into me, wanting to swallow him all.

"My God, Edward. That was so… fucking… perfect…" He roughly whispers against my lips, between his hot all-consuming kisses.

I moan, I groan, I pant against him, feeling my throbbing cock begging for attention, now painfully hard. He lets his hands fall from my hair to place them in each one of my thighs and after a few strokes over my skin, he pulls them apart to place himself in the middle of my legs, still knelt in front of me.

He surrounds my torso with his strong arms, holing me tightly against his body, and my breath catches at the feel of my cock pressed against the soft skin of his stomach.

He leaves my hungry mouth to make a path of hot kisses over my jaw and neck, sucking and licking my sensitive skin. I hold him tightly too, heavily panting against his golden angel curls and pushing my hips into his stomach, pathetically trying to get some friction.

"Please… please, Jasper…" I mumble incoherently, pleading for some release.

He licks my neck all the way up to my ear, and takes my lobe between his teeth, licking at it. I fucking love this torture. I can't decide if I want this to continue or just to get release.

"Do you wanna cum Edward?" He asks against my ear.

"Yes!" Fucking YES!

"Tell me, Edward. Beg me for release." He commands in a deep whisper and I feel my cock twitch between our bodies, fucking loving my rough Jasper. I like it rough.

"Please Jasper! Please make me cum!" I breathily murmur against his ear, before sticking out my tongue and licking at it. He growls into my neck, nipping at my skin and driving me mad with desire and need. He arches his back, pressing against me and squeezing my cock between us. Sliding up and down a few times, he erotically rubs my shaft with his torso.

He pulls his body completely away from me and I pathetically whimper at the loss of contact. Never in my life had I felt so needy.

He smiles at me, mischief shinning into his eyes and I shiver, anxiously waiting for his next move; but I'm mostly overwhelmed by the undercurrent tenderness and adoration that I can discern into his features, it makes my chest constrict.

"Lie back into the middle of the bed." He commands. "We have a lot of bed, Edward, and I want to use every inch of it." He crawls over me, following my backward movements to get into the middle.

When I finally stop, he leans over me, pressing his lips into my ear. "When we finish with the bed, I'm gonna follow with the couch, and the stairs, and the kitchen table, even the terraces." He lustfully whispers. "Would you like that, Edward? Would you like me to ravage your gorgeous naked body in the terrace, with the hot sun licking your skin?" He seductively purrs and I whimper again, more turned on than never in my whole fucking life.

"Yes, Jasper. Please yes!" I beg with breathy whispers and frantic kisses all over the skin I can reach. He dives one more time into my mouth, reaching every hot corner of me with his delicious tongue, and pressing his whole body against mine. He nudges my legs with his knee, and I immediately comply opening them wide to let him place his body between them. I groan into his mouth at the feel of his cock, standing completely erect again, pressing against mine, between our bodies. It's almost too much.

"Oh my God, Jasper! It feels so fucking good!" I call out loud arching my back and thrusting my hips against his.

He takes advantage to suck into the exposed skin of my neck, while I grab handfuls of his precious hair and roughly pull at them. He growls against my skin, thrusting his hips back into me and biting at the jointure of my neck and shoulder. I fucking love it.

We keep moving our hips together, rubbing our cocks between our bodies and making louder and louder sounds, and screams, and grunts and incoherent mumbles.

When I think I can't take it any more, Jasper reaches down between our bodies to trap our members into his hand, pressing them firmer together and making faster thrusts. I reach down too, and interlacing our fingers, I move our joint hands faster and faster along our members, squeezing them hard and I bend my knees for leverage to thrust my hips harder.

Oh, my fucking God. I'm almost there.

"Edward, I'm gonna cum." Jasper pants in a constricted voice, pressing his face into my shoulder.

With two more thrusts and a firm stroke of our hands, I finally cum all over our hands and stomachs, followed swiftly by Jasper screaming my name. I can feel our cocks twitching, our muscles tightening and the hot spurts of semen over our bodies, mixing together with our sweat.

He thrusts a few more times, ridding the last of our orgasm, before collapsing over me. I fucking love the feeling of his weight above me.

Still heavily breathing, I caress his back and buttocks with one hand, and his neck and hair with the other one, deeply inhaling his scent. I kiss his temple and his hair and his cheek, not wanting to ever be away from him anymore, and I feel him smile against my neck, also kissing every inch of skin there.

This is where we belong.

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