20. Seamus
twenty
Seamus
Same Day
She hasn’t moved.
Neither have I.
Her skin is still warm against mine, flushed from release, glowing in the dim light. Her breathing’s quiet. Controlled. Like she’s trying not to give something away.
My fingers trace a slow path along the curve of her hip.
It’s the only place I let myself touch her now—gentle, steady, safe. The last thing I want is to make her feel exposed. I already sense she’s pulling herself tight, wrapping up whatever we just shared in armor before I even get a chance to speak.
She’s probably convincing herself this was a mistake.
It wasn’t.
I’ve thought about this moment longer than I should probably admit. Fantasized about it. About her. The power in her voice. The way her mouth moves when she argues. The confidence in her stride. The way she looks at me when she doesn’t think I notice.
I once imagined how she’d sound. How she’d taste. How it would feel to be inside her—tight, wet, velvet heat wrapped around my cock like she was made to fit me.
The fantasy didn’t come close.
Nothing in my imagination prepared me for the way her body clutched at mine, the way she gave in without losing herself, the way she made me feel like I was finally home.
I waited for her.
Not because I had to. Because I knew .
Knew if I ever gave myself away, it would be like this—devastating in the best way. No—
Sacred .
Marcella Delgado didn’t steal my virginity. I gave it to her. Deliberately. Without hesitation. Like a vow I never needed to say out loud.
I don’t regret a thing.
She shifts slightly, but she doesn’t roll away. Doesn’t speak.
I keep my hand steady, gearing myself up for…
Ahhh . If she tries to say this meant nothing, I won’t fight her. Not yet.
I’ll prove it. Every day if I have to.
She’s it for me.
Even if she runs—
I’m not letting her go.