Chapter 16

TREVOR

I grabbed a can of Coke out of the fridge, shutting the door quietly in case Doug was still sleeping. It had been late when we'd gotten back home from Paris the night before and he'd already been in bed, so I had no idea what his schedule was for the day.

Climbing out of Donovan's car and walking into my apartment alone had been one of the hardest things I'd ever done…until I woke up alone in my bed. My feelings for him were so consuming that I felt the loss of him like a physical ache, which may sound strange to some people.

After all, we'd only recently admitted we had feelings for each other, but the truth was, those feelings had been growing for months now. Donovan knew me better than anyone else in the world. In many ways, even better than Doug who had known me almost my whole life.

I knew a lot of that came from us working so closely together. We'd spent practically every day over the last few months in each other's pockets, working ten-to-twelve-hour days shut up in the same office together, so it would stand to reason that we'd be close.

But it was more than that. My feelings for Donovan went well beyond that of a colleague. I cared about what made him happy or what was bothering him. I cared if he was working himself too hard and if he was taking the time to eat. I cared about his mom and the relationship they shared. I cared about Donovan Marshall as a whole, not just my boss or the man who could make me come multiple times in one night. And I was pretty sure he felt the same way about me.

"How was Paris, man?" I practically jumped out of my skin at the sound of Doug's voice. I'd been so lost in my thoughts I hadn't heard him come out of his bedroom.

"Jesus! You scared me."

"Sorry. Must be my ninja-like movements."

"Yeah, you're real stealthy," I deadpanned. He gave me a playful shove as we both laughed. My best friend was many things, but graceful wasn't one of them.

"Seriously, how was your trip? I didn't even hear you come in last night."

"Yeah, it was pretty late. That's why I'm still here. We agreed not to go in until ten to give us more time to sleep. The trip was amazing though and we managed to close the deal on the first day."

Doug grinned. "That's awesome. Congratulations! So, what did you do the rest of the time if you finished up that quick?"

"Oh, we did a bit of touring. Saw the Mona Lisa and the Eiffel Tower," I answered vaguely.

Doug's gaze narrowed suspiciously. "Why are you being weird?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. You're just acting strange, and I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me." He grinned suddenly. "Oh my God! You met a French girl, didn't you? Did you two hook up?"

I looked down as a riot of nerves tumbled around in my belly. It was crazy really. I mean, this was Doug. He was my best friend. He wasn't going to judge me, and besides, he was gay, so it wasn't like he would have a problem with me being with a man. Still, the moment felt monumental. It was the first time I would say the words out loud to someone other than Donovan.

Trying to figure out what to say, I fiddled with the tab on my can of soda until it broke off. I tossed it onto the counter then set the can down too, and looked up at him. "Let's sit down so we can talk."

I led him over to the living area and sat down on one end of the couch. Doug sat on the other as he chuckled nervously. "Okay, you're starting to worry me now." His eyes widened comically. "Don't tell me you fell in love with her…or she's pregnant. Oh, shit! You fell in love with a French girl, got her pregnant, and now you're going to move all the way to Paris and marry her and raise little French babies whose first words will be ‘oui.' How do you even say uncle in French because that's what they'll call me?"

I stared at him in shock, my mouth hanging open. "Um, what the hell? Where did all that come from?"

He shrugged. "You said you wanted to talk."

"And from that you thought I was going to move away and be a father?" I shrieked.

"Well, what else was I supposed to think?" he asked defensively, folding his arms in front of his chest.

I waved my hands wildly in the air. "Anything! Literally anything else!"

"So, you're not in love with a French girl?"

"No!"

He had the nerve to look disappointed. "Too bad. That would have been exciting though."

"This conversation is starting to give me a headache," I complained, rubbing my fingers over my temples.

"Okay, if it's not a girl, then what did you want to talk about?"

I lowered my hands and breathed out a sigh. "I'm not sure exactly where to start."

Doug leaned forward and put a hand on my leg, suddenly very serious. "Hey, it's me. You know you can tell me anything."

"I know, it's just that…this is kind of big and might be a bit of a shock."

His lips quirked. "Maybe it would be easier to rip the Band-Aid off then, just say whatever it is and get it out there."

I nodded. He was right. "Okay, here goes. I'm not straight."

Doug leaned back on the couch and blinked. "You what now?"

"I'm not straight. I like men. Well, one man at least."

"You're serious? I mean, of course you're serious. You wouldn't lie to me about something like that. But…how did you find out? What happened?"

"I met someone. A man." I smiled as I pictured Donovan. "He's amazing. He's so damn smart, and funny. He comes across as this sort of stern, gruff guy, but he's really a big softy. He works extremely hard but that's only because he's got people counting on him and he doesn't want to let them down. And God, don't get me started on how sexy he is. He makes me feel things I've never felt before. Even with the few girls I've dated."

The expression on Doug's face was incredulous. "I thought at first you met some guy and thought he was hot, but this sounds like you actually like this guy. You sound like you might even love him."

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. "I do," I whispered.

"That's fantastic, man. It really is. Do you think he feels the same way about you?"

I felt my cheeks go hot as I ducked my head. "I don't know. Maybe? I hope so."

A smile spread across his face as he reached out to squeeze my shoulder. "I'm so happy for you. So, tell me all about him. Who is this guy? Where did you meet? And more importantly, when do I get to meet him? You know I need to check him out, make sure he's good enough for my best friend."

I laughed, relieved as he shot me a wink. "I'm not sure. We're kind of keeping things quiet for now."

"Why? Is he wanted by the mob or something?" he joked.

"No, but he is in the public eye a lot. It's Donovan."

"Donov—Donovan Marshall? But he's your boss!" Doug's shout made me wince.

"That's why we're not telling anyone yet. And you can't tell anyone either."

He let out a pfft sound. "I would never. But seriously, Donovan Marshall?"

"Well, it's not like he coerced me or anything," I argued. "Besides, none of that matters. We're both adults. We can handle having a personal and professional relationship, and it's not like either of us can get in trouble at work for dating. He owns the company."

"I didn't mean it that way, but I'm glad you two will be all right. What I meant was, I can't believe you're new to the LGBTQ+ family and you landed yourself one of the hottest freakin' men on the planet right out of the gate. It's not fair to the rest of us gay boys."

I barked out a surprised laugh. "I'd say I'm sorry, but it would be a lie. That man is fine!" I teased.

"Hell yeah, he is, and all kidding aside, I'm really happy for you. But are you sure you're all right otherwise? It can be a little scary discovering something new like that about yourself. Do you need to talk about it?"

I smiled warmly, touched by his concern. "I'm doing fine, I promise. Donovan was really patient and sweet while I figured things out."

"You can talk to me too, you know. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

I blinked rapidly as my eyes started to burn with a rush of emotions. "I know that. Thank you. I'll always be here for you too."

We spent the next several minutes catching up on everything I'd missed while I'd been gone and then I had to finish getting ready for work. When I was done, I raced out the door and down the steps, anxious to get to the office and see Donovan.

I popped my head up from the report I'd been working on when I heard Donovan let out a long-suffering sigh. He was sitting at his desk, looking gorgeous as ever in a charcoal gray suit and a crisp white button-down shirt, but I was surprised to see his eyes trained on me, a deep scowl etched on his handsome face. "Is everything all right?"

"Must you do that?"

"Do what?"

He gestured toward my face. "You know. Putting that pen in your mouth that way."

"Huh?" I glanced down at the pen in my hand, the one I'd been using to make notes. I'd put it in my mouth, clamping down on it with my teeth when I went back to typing. It was a nasty habit I'd picked up years ago, but why—I looked up at him and cocked my head as a lightbulb went off in my head. "Why would a pen in my mouth bother you, Mr. Marshall?"

"You know why," he grumbled.

I gave him my most innocent look. "Is it because it reminds you of something?"

His eyes became thin slits. "Never mind. Just get back to work."

I grinned, pleased with myself, but turned back to what I'd been doing. He'd been on edge all day, snapping at me when I dropped a piece of paper and had to bend down to pick it up, frowning at me over lunch whenever I'd take a sip of iced tea through my straw, storming out of the office earlier when I'd leaned back in my chair and stretched my hands over my head, letting out a satisfied moan as I worked the kinks out of my back.

I'd wondered why he was in such a foul mood, but now I knew, and it made me so happy I was almost giddy. Apparently, he found my presence distracting, and everything I did was turning him on. Well, it served him right because that was exactly how I'd been feeling for weeks.

An hour later, I sat in on a teleconference with Donovan. The man he was meeting with had a monotone voice with absolutely no inflection, making him the most boring person I'd ever met. Donovan's eyes met mine over his computer monitor and he gave them a subtle roll. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

As their meeting went on, I found my mind wandering. I thought of Paris and the way Donovan had looked up on the Eiffel Tower, the first brush of his lips against mine, the feel of his hand wrapped around both of our cocks later in the hotel suite.

I shifted in my seat, subtly adjusting myself as blood rushed to my cock. Only I must not have been as subtle as I thought because when I glanced up, I found Donovan staring at me again overtop his monitor, his eyes darkened to a deep, forest green.

"I'm going to have to end our meeting a little sooner than expected Dave. Something has come up that requires my attention."

Mr. Boring was still talking when Donovan shut off the computer and pushed his chair back. I swallowed hard as he stood and rounded his desk, stalking towards me. There was no other way to put it. In that moment, he was the predator, and I was his prey. Albeit a very willing prey.

"Come on," he said, reaching a hand out to me.

I took it. "Where are we going?"

"To my place, where you're going to tell me whatever it was you were just thinking about."

"But it's only three o'clock," I pointed out as he practically dragged me to the door.

Hand on the doorknob, he let go of my hand and turned to look at me, a clear challenge in his eyes. "And?"

"And nothing. You're the boss."

"Damn right I am."

I was smiling so big my cheeks were almost sore as he led me out of the office and down the hallway to the elevator. "Kelly, Mr. Reed and I are leaving. If anyone calls, please take a message and tell them I'll get back to them as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mr. Marshall," she said, giving me a quizzical look. I shrugged my shoulders innocently.

The security guard in the garage straightened when he saw us walk out. "Good afternoon, Mr. Marshall. Off to a meeting?"

"Good afternoon, Dan. Actually, I'm heading home."

"Already? But it's still light out," he replied, not even bothering to hide his surprise.

I laughed quietly when I heard Donovan sigh. "Yes, well, at any rate, that's where I'm going. Have a good night."

"You too, Mr. Marshall. You too," the friendly guard said as Donovan unlocked his car and we got in.

"What the hell? Why is everyone acting like my going home is such a big deal?"

"Let me ask you something. When was the last time you left work this early?"

Donovan rolled his eyes. "Okay. I suppose I see their point. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe I do work too much."

I patted his arm soothingly. "I'm sure she'd be happy to hear you say that."

He leaned over the armrest, the sudden shift in his demeanor making my heart rate kick up a notch. "But you won't tell her, will you?" he purred in my ear.

"I m-might be able to be persuaded to k-keep silent." A shiver raced down my spine as he nuzzled my neck, his warm breath ghosting across my skin.

He placed a kiss at the base of my throat then pulled back. His eyes held promises of incredible things to come. "Then I better get you home and start…persuading you."

I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face as he started the engine and peeled out of the garage, especially when he reached over and took my hand, threading his fingers with mine. Twenty minutes later, he pulled into a different garage, this one located under a sleek high-rise building in one of New York's wealthiest neighborhoods, home to many A-list celebrities.

Donovan ushered me inside an elevator and pulled out a key which he used to unlock access to the penthouse. I stared, wide-eyed as the numbers climbed with our assent. "Are you all right?" His face showed his concern as he looked at me.

I gave him a weak smile. "Yeah. Just feeling a little out of my element here. It's very surreal. This place is a little nicer than my apartment," I said, in what was probably the greatest understatement in history.

Donovan turned to face me, moving forward until my back was against the wall. His hands came up to cradle my face, green eyes blazing with intensity. "This is my home, Trevor. I was hoping you'd want to spend lots of time here with me, but if that's not what you want, if you're too uncomfortable, we'll go somewhere else. I don't care as long as we're together."

Melted by his words, I slid my arms around his neck. "That's what I want too. I'm admittedly a little overwhelmed, but you're right, the place doesn't matter as long as I get to be with you. And I want to spend time with you in your home, just as I hope you'll spend time with me in mine. I want you to meet Doug and get to know him."

His lips curved up in a beautiful smile. "I'd like that, but later. Tonight, is for you and me only."

My fingernails raked over the smooth skin at the nape of his neck, and I smiled coyly as his hips pushed forward, pressing his obvious bulge against my hip. "What did you have in mind?"

Donovan rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. "I want you. All of you. Will you let me make love to you, Trevor?"

All I could do was nod as heat infused my entire body. My cock strained to get out of my pants and be let in on the action, but he took a step back as the elevator reached the top floor, taking hold of my hand as the doors slid open.

My eyes traveled all around as I stepped out of the elevator into his living room. It was difficult to not be overwhelmed when faced with such opulence, especially for a kid who grew up in a trailer, but I reminded myself that this was Donovan.

He hadn't been born into luxury either. Everything he had, he'd earned through hard work and sheer determination. Also, I knew how difficult it was for him to open up, to let anyone see into his private life. The fact that he wanted me in his home, not only for sex, but to simply be together, meant the world to me.

He continued to hold my hand as he showed me around then he led me up a set of stairs to a large loft area that served as his bedroom and bathroom. Nerves shot through me when I saw the massive bed in the center of the room.

As if he could sense my hesitation, Donovan pulled me towards him and wrapped his arms around me. "Are you all right?"

"I'm a little nervous," I admitted quietly.

"About being with me?" he asked with a bit of worry in his voice.

I shook my head emphatically as I gazed up at him. "No! Never that. I want this. I want to be with you in every way I can. I'm just feeling nervous because it's all new and I'm not sure what to do."

His face softened as he looked at me. "There is no right way or wrong way to do this. We'll simply do whatever feels good. If there's anything you don't like, or you want to stop, you just tell me."

My tongue darted out to swipe over my lips. "I don't want to disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me. Even if all we ever do is the things we've already tried, then I'll be happy. I lo…I'm not sure you realize how important you are to me."

My heart lodged inside my throat. What had he been about to say? I reached up and ran my fingers down the side of his face, my nerves forgotten. "You're very important to me too, Donovan. I want to make love with you."

He bent his head and kissed me, swiping his tongue over the seam of my lips. I immediately granted him entry and our tongues began a slow, seductive dance that had my toes curling.

Donovan led me into his bathroom where he reached into the shower to turn on the water. The room filled with steam, adding to the dream-like quality of the moment as we slowly undressed each other. We stepped into the shower and took turns soaping each other up, kissing the entire time. Our movements were slow, unhurried, as if we both recognized the magnitude of this moment and wanted to savor it.

By the time we finally emerged from the shower, I was relaxed and pliant in his arms, any nervousness I'd felt before, nothing but a distant memory. The back of my eyes burned as he reached for a towel and gently began drying me. No one had ever shown me such care before, like I was precious to him.

"Get on the bed," he instructed when we were back in the bedroom. A shiver of anticipation stole through me at the authority in his voice. It reminded me of the first time when I'd watched him at the swap party.

I climbed to the middle of the bed and stretched out on my back, admiring his toned, naked body as he crossed the room. So fucking perfect. He slid open the top drawer of his dresser and rummaged around until he found what he'd been looking for, a thin foil packet and a bottle of lube. He walked back towards me and tossed them on the bedside table before crawling onto the bed and over the top of me.

His weight settled over me as he braced himself on his forearms, the heat from his body seeping into my skin, and his lips only a hairsbreadth away from mine. He hummed as my hands slid up his sides, fingers moving around to gently stroke his back.

"Hi," I whispered.

The look in his eyes was reverent. "Hi, baby. Are you sure about this?"

I lifted my chin up to brush my lips over his. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I want you, Donovan."

My head pressed back into the pillow as he deepened the kiss, his tongue diving in to taste me. We both groaned when he rocked his hips, making our cocks slide against each other in a tantalizing tease. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck as he moved lower to kiss his way down it and across my collarbone.

His tongue flicked over my nipple, eliciting a loud gasp which sounded loud in the still room. He spent quite a bit of time worshiping one of the tiny nubs and then the other with his lips, tongue, and teeth until I was a writhing ball of need beneath him.

"Donovan, please," I begged.

"Please what?" His dark laugh sent a jolt of electricity straight to my cock and it jerked, tapping against his chest.

I raised my head to glare down at him. "You know what."

His lips quirked up in a grin that was sin itself. "Uh uh. I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want."

"I want your mouth," I gasped.

"Where do you want it?"

I growled in frustration, his teasing the sweetest torture. "My cock. I want your mouth on my cock."

"Good boy."

The way he said it had my cock leaking profusely, precum dribbling onto my stomach like someone had turned on a faucet. He lapped it all up before scooting his body lower on the mattress. I spread my legs wide, making room for him and exposing myself to his hungry gaze.

"So fucking perfect," he whispered, echoing my earlier thoughts about him.

My back arched off the bed as he swiped the flat of his tongue up my stiff length, crying out when he took me into his mouth and proceeded to suck me down all the way to the root. How had I managed to go my whole life without this, without him, I wondered idly as he continued working his talented mouth over me.

My hands scrambled for purchase as he suddenly rolled my hips up off the bed and into the air. Holding them up with both hands, he used his thumbs to spread me open. My hands fisted the comforter as he began licking up and down my crease, my body trembling as his wet tongue swirled around my hole.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I had trouble catching my breath as he feasted on my ass like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. I cried out his name when he suddenly speared my hole with his tongue, licking around my rim and working it inside me.

Soon, he added his fingers to the mix, slowly working me open. One finger turned into two which eventually led to three, turning me boneless while also driving me wild with need. I shouted when he twisted his wrist and his fingertips brushed over that magical spot inside me that made me see stars.

"P-Please, Donovan," I stuttered. "I'm ready. I need you."

He sat up, his lips glistening with spit and his cock jutting out proudly from between his legs. My mouth watered when I saw it leak, a long strand of precum dripping from the head and landing on the mattress. He reached down and stroked it, watching me from heavily hooded eyes.

"It might be easier for your first time if you got on your hands and knees," he said.

I didn't bother to question him as I eagerly scrambled into position. He pressed a kiss to the base of my spine then reached for the supplies he'd set on the table. I stared down at the comforter as I heard him rip the foil open followed by the click of a bottle opening.

I wiggled my ass in front of him, teasing him, then yelped when I felt the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on my right butt cheek. "Hold still, brat," he grumbled, and I smiled at the familiar sternness in his voice.

I jumped when a cool, wet finger rubbed down my crease. Donovan slid it inside me and around my rim, liberally coating my entrance with lube. A wet sound followed, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him coating his length. A fresh wave of nerves mingled with excitement as I stared at his cock. It looked thicker than I remembered, and I wasn't sure how it was supposed to fit inside me, but I wanted this, badly. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me, a place that only he would ever be.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"This will hurt a little, but I promise to go slow. You tell me if you need me to stop."

My eyes met his over my shoulder. "I'll be fine, Donovan. I trust you."

I felt his cockhead nudging at my entrance and I automatically tensed, but he rubbed a hand up and down my spine in a soothing gesture. "I need you to breathe, baby. And bare down as I push in. It'll help."

My cheeks puffed out as I blew out a steadying breath. "Okay, I'm really ready."

That time, when he started to press in, I followed his instructions, baring down until the tight ring of muscle gave way and the head of his cock sank in. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he stilled. "I'm okay. Keep going," I assured him.

Donovan's hands gripped my hips tightly as he began to sink into me, inch by agonizingly slow inch. I bit my lip as the burning increased, knowing it would only be worse if I tensed up. He gently reminded me to breathe, so I concentrated on that while he slid the rest of the way in.

Sweat dampened the hair at my temples when he stopped, holding steady behind me. His hips nestled my ass, telling me he was in all the way, and I sighed with relief. I was stretched to my limit, the full feeling I was experiencing skating the line between pleasure and pain.

"Donovan," I pleaded.

"I've got you, baby." He moved his hips tentatively and I felt a surge of pure pleasure. "Good?" he asked when I whimpered.

"So good! Please don't stop!"

He moved again and my lips parted on a gasp as what felt like a current of electricity shot through my body. Like a switch flipping inside me, I was suddenly ravenous for more. My hands clutched the comforter, and I heard Donovan gasp as I began rocking my hips.

Soon, I was matching him thrust for thrust. Dirty words tumbled out of his mouth, spurring me on. Things like, "that's it, baby, ride my dick," and "go ahead and use me," and "I love watching you fuck yourself on my cock."

I felt delirious with need, sweat dripping down both of us as he curled his body around me and reached for my aching cock. I nearly wept from gratitude when his fist closed around me and quickly began to stroke me in a strong, steady rhythm.

Adjusting his angle, he began hitting my prostate with unerring accuracy. I turned my head, searching, and he took my mouth in a blistering kiss that had my balls drawing up tight. Fire tingled at the base of my spine, working its way up.

"Donovan! I…I'm gonna?—"

"Come for me, Trevor." The demand in his voice with that deep growl, was all it took to send me completely over the edge.

My body felt like it was flying, soaring through the stratosphere until I was left weightless, floating through space. I enjoyed the sensation, seeing beautiful stars flash behind my closed lids for several moments. Eventually, I floated back down to earth where I was vaguely aware that the top half of my body had collapsed onto the bed. Donovan held my hips up, however, and my body scooted up the bed with the power behind each of his thrusts.

His movements became jerky and then he stiffened behind me, shouting my name as he came. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of me, taking us both down onto the mattress. My hole twitched as he slid his cock out and rolled down next to me. We were still breathing heavily as he removed the condom and tossed it in the trash then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his side.

He brushed a strand of sweaty hair off my forehead then kissed the side of my head. I turned to kiss his chin but winced when I felt a sharp sting in my ass. His eyes immediately filled with concern. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

I smiled lazily. "No, you didn't. No more than necessary anyway, but it was totally worth it."

He reached down between my legs and rubbed a gentle finger over my abused hole, soothing the ache away. I felt my cheeks heat, somehow the gesture seeming even more intimate than all the other things we'd done.

"That was amazing. You're amazing," he said reverently.

I kissed his lips then sighed happily. "You are too. I never knew sex could be like that."

"What do you mean?"

Reaching for his hand, I threaded our fingers together, staring down at them as I spoke. "I heard my parents having sex a couple of times. They barely knew I existed, so they didn't think to try and be quiet. But it was usually after one of my dad's rages and it always sounded angry, forceful. The next day, my mom wouldn't even look at him."

Donovan squeezed my fingers in sympathy. "When I got older, I dated a few girls and sex with them was okay, but for me, it was just a way to feel closer to them rather than an all-consuming desire. I never could quite understand what all the fuss was about though, and so eventually, I quit going out on dates, quit looking for that kind of intimacy in my life."

I tilted my head back so I could look at him. "But with you, it's different. It's intense, and hot, but I also feel this bone-deep connection I've never experienced before with anyone." I ran a hand over my face with a groan. "Ugh, I'm probably not making any sense right now. I think I lost several brain cells with that last orgasm," I joked to hide my embarrassment.

Donovan pulled my hand away from my face, keeping hold of it as he pulled me even closer. "What you said makes perfect sense."

"It does?"

I could see the sincerity in his eyes as he nodded. "Yes. And I feel it too. I've never had that with anyone before either. When I was younger, I had a few boyfriends, but those relationships never amounted to anything, mostly because I cared more about building my company than I did the guys I was with. It got even more difficult once I started making money. It was hard to know who I could trust, whether they liked me for me or for my money. That's why I started attending swap parties. It was a way to scratch an itch without making any kind of commitment."

"Do you not want a commitment?" I asked tentatively. I tried to keep my face blank, so he wouldn't know how much was riding on his answer. Although, I wasn't sure I could give him up even if the answer was no.

Donovan rolled on top of me, not caring about the sticky mess between us from landing in my own puddle. I stared up at his gorgeous face as he leaned up on his forearms. His expression was as serious as the one he wore in the boardroom. "I think I would like a commitment, if it was with the right person."

Giddiness bubbled up and I bit the inside of my lip as I fought a grin. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

The tip of his nose brushed over mine and then his lips did the same, gently kissing the tip of my nose and then each of my eyelids, my cheeks, my chin. "I do, actually. It's the man I'm in love with."

I gasped, my heart soaring as my smile broke free, no longer able to contain it. "I love you too, Donovan. I love you so much it hurts."

I could feel his smile as he kissed me, but it soon turned heated, and we used our bodies to convey things that words alone could never say.