Aftermath

Tommaso

I lay in Paige’s bed, feeling her naked body against mine and staring up at the ceiling. I’d meant what I said in England about being willing to wait forever, but my God, I’d be thinking about this night for the rest of my life if she changed her mind. She’d been so beautiful, so strong, and she fit me like we were made for each other. She had breasts I could spend the rest of my life between, and I could only imagine I’d feel the same between her legs when I finally got to taste her there. She moved like a fucking dream, like a million times better than I’d been dreaming, and I’d give anything to hear my name on her lips again.

But I didn’t know if I’d get an again. I was fucking thrilled, but it seemed like she was moving really fast. Like everyone kept telling me to be patient, but Paige seemed to want to race ahead. And every time she did, she regretted it. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and prayed she wouldn’t be furious with me in the morning. Or worse, disguste