39. Tessa

Adam held me close as my climax rolled through me in deep, rippling waves, the pleasure bone-deep. It went far beyond pure physical release with the emotional intensity feeding into the fire of my release until I collapsed against him.

His fingers tightened in my hair when I felt him rock into me one last time, and the heat of his release filled me as he shuddered and jerked against me. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that—joined and wrapped together. I just wanted to breathe with him, to feel completely at one with him.

Eventually, I lifted my head. He was right there, waiting for me, brushing my tangled hair away from my cheeks and kissing me.

Because it was this kind of love, when my stomach growled, his lips curled in a slow smile. “When’s the last time you ate?”

“I don’t even know.”

After we disentangled ourselves, Adam ordered pizza, and we ate it on my bed with the box between us. Eric must’ve been exhausted because he didn’t even wake up when the delivery person rang the doorbell.

I fell asleep, warm and safe, in Adam’s embrace. For the first time in years, I wasn’t worried about what might happen the next day. The details would work themselves out.