212: I Love Her

ALEX

I fucking love her, don’t I?

Slender fingers threaded the strands of my hair and pulled on it, forcing a moan out of me as our tongues intertwined and moved in perfect harmony. I let her lead, only nibbling on her perfectly plump lower lip whenever the opportunity presented itself.

God, yes. I love her.

I mean, the other morning when we’d kissed, I’d confirmed without a doubt that Scarlett was the love of my life, she was my entire life bundled into a graciously ethereal being, a woman whose beauty was a miracle in itself.

We’re kissing again now, and I’m reminded of the certainty I felt that day, but somehow it felt much more overwhelming and I had to ask myself once again if I was in love with her, and just as I’d expected, the answer is still yes. I doubt it’ll ever be possible to tire of her, of the unique way she makes me feel, or the way everything feels right whenever she’s near.

I’m still struggling to keep my racing heart at ease when she moans in my mouth and I feel my