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whispers into my
ear.
    “I am.” And I wind my arms up around his neck.
    “Why the tears?”
    It is nothing—anymore. This is a new beginning. I
kiss his lips, and he opens his mouth and touches his tongue to
mine. I pull him down closer and thrill at how many ways he is
inside me. He pulls away and breaks our kiss, panting as he gathers
himself. I am not unaffected, either and I grind myself into
him.
    He closes his eyes and arches into me and I can feel
him swell, filling me even more than before. All of his weight
shifts onto his knees and his hands grip under my things, bringing
them up wider, tighter. I clench the sheets under me and all I can
hear is our frantic breaths and the slippery sound of our joining.
One, two, three and with a final thrust that pushes me back to the
headboard he climaxes, hot seed swelling me and sending me into one
of my own. My muscles milk what is left in him and he lurches over
me, spent, wet hair sticking to his flushed relaxed face. He rests
on the soft of my stomach and I comb his hair away from his eyes
with my fingers.
    “I love you.” He picks his head up and looks intently
into my eyes, making sure I hear him.
    “You don’t have to.” It’s the first time any person
has said such to me, and had he not been weighing me down I would
have fled at his words.
    “When you did not come back for treatment those years
ago. That is when I knew you were more than a patient.”
    I shift my weight. “You had not said so.”
    “I wanted…I wanted you to develop feelings for me
apart from your treatment.”
    It explained much.
    “And after you took me from that place?”
    “Even more.” He pulled out of me and I missed his
absence immediately. He crawled up beside me and stroked my cheek
where my tears were. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever
known.”
    “If I am, it is because of the hope you gave me.” The
scent of our loving was strong on him and I must admit it was
something I savored.
    “Are you happy now?” His voice was growing soft with
tiredness. He pulled me into him tightly and pulled the coverlet
over us.
    “More than ever.” I snuggled into the crook of his
arms, safer and more loved than I had ever been in my life.
    He snored softly into my hair as the candle burned
out. I tried to imagine a life without his gentle caring presence
around me, protecting me, loving me quietly with actions of
everyday loyalty.
    I reached up and touched his shoulder. His eyes
fluttered open, heavy with sleep.
    “I love you, too.”
     
     
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