"I'm not afraid, Raymond. I'm tired of being kept in the dark.

orn. "Ava... I don't want to lose you again. But

pounding. "But I'm not going to live in f

ee the wheels turning in his mind, the war he was fighting be

back in his chair. "You're

" I said, my v

along the edge of the napkin. "I don't know if I

to me," I said simply. "We'll

at felt a lot like admiration. "Exactly! Ava. Preventing you

risks were real, and I knew that. But if I was going to be with Raymond, I wasn't going

ng my tone. "But just know, Raymond, this is ho

a mixture of relief and

*******

gripped the steering wheel, his jaw tight, and I could feel his gaze flicker toward me every few m

I hesitated for a moment be

e why I'd asked it. Maybe part of me wanted to test him, to see how badly he wants me

mine, dark and inte

the knot in my thro

ed the door of my apartment, my heart was racing, anticipation and uncertainty mingling in a way that

s it clicked shut, the atmosphere shifted. The space between us fe

on mine, his voice heavy with sincerity and something darker, something hungrier

y muscles. "You hurt me," I said softly, but I didn't ste

hair away from my face. His touch was soft, but there was somethin

ire body. I hadn't realized just how much I had missed him-missed this-until I felt the heat of his kiss. My hands

strong fingers moved further towards the middle of my thigh. I missed his touch so badly. He tried to moved his fingers away from my

y hands found the buttons of his shirt, fumbling as I undid

his lips moved lower, leaving a trail of heat in thei

back up to face me. "I want you," I whispered,

e mattress as we moved together, our breaths heavy, our movements frantic. It was raw, int

ntly stroked his length, he mourned in my ears as

dies moving in perfect rhythm, every touch, every kis

Please dont stop". I p

He said has his thr