Linking her fingers through his, she took a deep breath before the closed door. Even now, it still seemed so surreal sometimes; surreal that they had finally made it to this point in their lives; surreal that after so many years of abject denial, the feelings they had harbored secretly were now blatant truths, affirmed and mutual. She glanced over at her partner only to find him already gazing at her, his green eyes a mixture of nerves, affection, and happiness.

Happiness. Love. His eyes sparkled with it as he gave her a small grin, causing her to gasp at the intensity of his stare. Even after...

He’s just dozing when he sees them, the beginnings of pinkish purple lights streaking across deep blue blanketed sky like bruises on skin. Dawn. The word makes his stomach clench and roil, and he instinctively pulls the warm body inayofuata to him closer between the sheets. A hint of a smile tugs at the edges of his lips when he hears her responding muffled groan against his chest.

Images from the awali night flash through his mind like the film of an old movie; her lips on his skin, his fingers in her hair, their bodies fitting together as perfectly as he had always known they would. The sudden...

The kiss pressed to the spot just beneath her ear made her giggle, and she lifted a hand to bat away the perpetrator.

“Tony, stop it,” she alisema warningly. “I am trying to watch a movie here.”

“So am I,” he murmured, but he continued to nuzzle her skin. She tilted her head back—exposing zaidi of her neck to him—intending to let him finish with his onyesha of affection and then continue watching the movie, but it was clear that he had other intentions when his lips began grazing downwards and downwards. With the help of an overeager hand, the sleeve of her blouse was tugged off her...