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Ian
I’d never seen anything as beautiful as Blake coming apart. Watching her come was the best part of my day. The best part of my life.
In a million years, I never thought I’d be lucky enough to witness it, but I did. Not just once or twice, but eleven times. And yes, dammit, I was counting.
She was stretched out on my bed, the ugly-a*s futon I’d slept on for years. I hated that I didn’t have something better for her, but I definitely didn’t plan on having Blake in my bed. I dreamed of it, but I wasn’t crazy enough to plan for it.
The happy smile on her face told me she didn’t care that we were on a futon and not in an expensive hotel room or something. I loved her all the more for rolling with it.
“I’m going to buy a bed,” I said against her skin. I loved the way she smelled. A
