When yet another curveball puts Andy and Lex's relationship into serious jeopardy, the stakes become higher than they've ever been, forcing the couple to fight not only for their love but also for their lives.
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The lightness in my heart was one I hadn't felt in ages. Everything within me was so serene and calm, it felt as if I was on a cloud. Somehow, all the pain, all the troubles, and all the doubts had left me, leaving nothing but pure, unaltered happiness.
That unexplainable sense of felicity didn't waver as I slowly woke up. On the contrary. There was a warmth enveloping me, a familiar pressure over my body, one I hadn't felt in ages. As I became aware of my surroundings, my chest swelled and expanded as my heart threatened to burst within it.
Lex was holding me.
The events of the night came back to me, and I recalled going to his room after my nightmare, needing his solid support. He'd welcomed me into his bed, and I'd fallen asleep against him, my front pressed onto his side.
But we'd switched during the night, and his chest was now plastered on my back. We were spooning in our sleep like we used to. Over my nape, I could feel the warm air of his breath rhythmically caressing my skin. Just like he did in the past, he'd slithered a hand under my top, and its large palm was resting flat over my left breast, right over my heart that was hammering an intense beat. Between us, straining against the swell of my behind, I could feel his erection.
Clearly, it was a natural phenomenon that would probably have happened whether I was here or not, but it didn't prevent my entire body from warming up at once. I had been deprived of his touch for too long, I couldn't help it. The fact that I hadn't allowed myself to seek pleasure on my own also piled up on that. It had been my own penitence, my way to pay for what I'd put Lex through. But this meant my libido was at an all-time high, about to burst if I wasn't granted an orgasm – or a dozen of them – soon.
With my eyes still closed, I didn't dare to move, worried I might wake him up. I refused to risk that he'd push me away again. In all honesty, I'd expected to wake up alone, that he would have left the bed at some point once I was asleep. Finding him right there with me was a most welcomed revelation.
Eleven weeks. He hadn't held me like this in nearly three long and painful months.
The moment, tainted by the fact that he was unaware of his action, reminded me why it was so important that I remained strong and didn't let him push me away. Being with him, in his arms, in his embrace, would forever be the best feeling there ever was. By this man's side, I'd be the happiest I could be, and I knew the other way around was just as true. We belonged together, existed for one another, and losing him wasn't even an option.
When I slowly peeled my eyes open, I noticed that the morning must be well-advanced, given the light coming into the room through the thick curtains. On my side of the bed, the clock was turned away just enough so I couldn't read it, which made it impossible to guess how long I stayed like this. But I didn't dare move a muscle, quenching even my yawns, dragging this incredible opportunity for as long as I could. This moment felt like us. The present we were in felt like what our past used to be, what our future would be. And I wanted to let myself be submerged in it.
