"Jen," he moaned her name like he was giving confession, and this was his last hope for salvation. It wasn't far from the truth, in some ways. Years ago, when they'd first started seeing each other, he'd worried about how this could work, worried about all of his baggage and scars, the damage that had been done by past loves, and how it had broken him. But now, with her straddling him, telling him he had her, he'd never believed anything more.
"I love you," he whispered, bucking his hips a little.
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Date: 2012-02-14 07:24 am (UTC)"I love you," he whispered, bucking his hips a little.