Paris’ POV
We lay on the grass for a while longer. My head rested on his chest, and I listened to his heart beating strongly as he held me, covering the rest of my body with his warmth. The soothing contact slowly lulled me toward sleep.
“I love you,” Conlan said as he kissed my forehead. “I want us to repeat this for the rest of our days, forever—to lie down and wake up together in the house we’ll have by the lake.”
The emotion stirred me awake, and I opened my eyes to meet his.
“I love you too, and I want to spend the rest of my life by your side.”
We kissed again, tenderly, and our naked, warm bodies, pressed together, began to feel the pleasure of the shared happiness that enveloped us. As we kissed, I soon felt him stirring again, his hardness growing between my breasts, which I
