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"Ah god, Linz," he breathed. "Tell me those are good tears."
"The best," I whispered. "I just…I love you so fucking much, Dane. I finally get it."
"Get what?"
"Mom and Pop Rigby. Rune and Duncan. Raquel and Hamish. Your parents. I finally understand."
"Me too. I saw it, but until you experience it…?"
"You can't understand it," I finished.
My eyes burned—from crying, from having been awake for who knows how long.
I yawned. "I need to clean up, but I can't move."
"I got you, baby."
I gladly stayed in bed and watched Dane's ass jiggle as he went into the bathroom, peed, washed his hands—three times, and then put on hand sanitizer—and then wet a washcloth andcame back to me, that big, thick, beautiful cock of his swaying heavily.
He parted my thighs, wiping the warm, wet washcloth down my seam, pressing in a little; he folded it and did it again, and again, until I was clean. He tossed the washcloth into the sink from the doorway and then climbed back into bed with me.
"C'mere, you," I said, reaching for him the instant his body hit the mattress.
He tossed aside the blankets and climbed in, and I curled up half on him, half against him.
When his hand rested on my hip instead of my ass, I made a sleepy, grumbly noise of irritation and moved it down where it belonged—on my ass.
This got me a soft laugh.
Silence.
I felt him fading, felt myself drifting.
I sought his mouth with mine, found it. Kissed him gently, tenderly. "I love you with everything I am, Dane," I whispered. "Thank you, so, so, so much for not giving up on me. For not letting me push you away."
"I love you."
It was his only answer. It's all the answer I needed.
I fell asleep, then, and the only dreams I had were of the man holding me.
CHAPTER 16
Dane
Gray light met my eyes as I let them slide open—I knew without looking that it would be within ten minutes of 6:30 am, because I'd woken up within ten minutes of 6:30 am every single day, no matter the events of the preceding evening, since I was ten years old; mostly, it was a good thing, but sometimes I hated being unable to sleep in. This was one of those times—I just wanted to stay in bed a bit longer.
I didn't have to get up, though, I realized with a drowsy half-smile—I had the day off of work today.
So, I let myself be sleepy and content.
The ceiling wasn't that of my bedroom at Mom and Dad’s…
A smile spread across my face as the night before reclaimed my memory.
Lindsey.
As her name washed through me, the woman herself stirred. We hadn't moved all night—she was still in my arms, cradled against my chest. Her naked body was hot and silky against me, her thigh draped over mine, her hand resting low on my belly.
