“I guess I’ll have to keep practicing,” he says with a put upon sigh, smiling softly as Maeve’s lips rest against his shoulder. He’s so relieved to be here with her, and to know that things will be okay.

Maybe it’ll be problem in the future, but they have years before they have to worry about it, and maybe they’ll both evolve their thinking by then. Right now, all he wants is her.

He rolls onto his side and reaches for her arm, slowly pulling at it until she’s on her side facing him, and he can curl his arms around her body, pulling her in close. His half-hard cock rests against her hip but it’s easy to ignore because he’s too busy staring at her face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells her, reaching out to sweep her sweat-damp bangs from her forehead, thumbing at her brow before giving her a teasing smile. “And you taste so good. It’s kind of absurd, actually.”