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The ache in my core is so intense, I can’t take it anymore.

Every thrust deeper than the last, the obscene sounds of wet flesh smacking fill the air. “Miles.”

His fingers find my overly sensitive spot and he rubs it with such precision. “Come for me.” He pinches my clit and that's all it takes.

I cry out as my entire body is set on fire and my orgasm crashes into me over and over again in multiple waves, seeming to go on forever. Only when his lips come crashing down on mine do I feel him twitch inside me as he finds his own release.

We lay in bed, under the covers for what feels like hours. He presses his lips to my neck and down my bare shoulders not giving a second thought to the time and when we were supposed to leave. Our fingers intertwine and dance through each other, and I know in this moment that I will always want this with him. When I look up into his steady eyes, I marvel at this man I get to love and get to call mine.

We missed our flight.

It was impossible to pull ourselves from the bedroom after all the confessions we shared. As a result, we were late to leave and weather hold-ups kept us sitting on a ground plane for most of the afternoon. Miles answered a few work emails while I tried to sort through some of my thoughts about what my trip home will look like.

Now I’m trying not to wrinkle Miles’s suit as my hands roam his broad chest. His mouth breaks away from mine, traveling down my neck. “You have to go,” I finally breathe.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” he asks, between kisses.

The truth is I don't want to leave either. The idea of facing my parents is enough to kill any mood, but when Miles does meet my parents I want it to be under better circumstances. I’m only going for two days, and it feels like a short enough trip that if all hell breaks loose, I won’t be stuck there for very long.

“I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me,” I say.

“I miss you already and you haven't even left yet.”

Leaving him feels extra difficult after the weekend we had together. But getting this one last issue settled will be the final weight lifted from my shoulders.

I hold his face in my hands, rubbing at his scruff with my thumbs, letting it tickle beneath them. “I love you,” I say before kissing him.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.” His head dips down as he rubs his nose against mine. “I’ll be back soon to take you to the airport.”

“Don’t worry about it, Wills is driving me,” I plead with him.

“Not a fucking chance am I not going with you. I would have taken the whole morning off but I have to run this meeting. I’ve given everyone a hard two-hour stop time. So long as Jonas doesn't play class clown, I should be back in about three.”

He kisses me once more before stepping into the elevator.

Since our flightwas delayed and we were too exhausted to unpack, I’m having to both unpack my Oregon winter clothes and pack my Miami summer clothes. My phone is charging on the nightstand when it lights up with a FaceTime call from Taylor.

“How long do you think a Cubano will stay good for?” she asks before I can even say hello. “Like if you get one right before you get on the plane, and I meet you at the airport? How long is that?”

“Too long,” I respond.

She flops down on my old bed. “I’ve been dreaming about that sweet bread and perfectly seasoned pork. I’m drooling just thinking about it,” she groans.

“Taylor, you're literally the best cook I know. You could totally make them.” She's shaking her head before I’ve even finished my sentence.

“It's not the same,” we say in unison.

“So, how are you feeling?”

I watch her get off the bed and take the three steps it takes to get from the bedroom to the kitchen. “Surprisingly I’m okay I think. Obviously a little nervous because…well, I am who I am,” I say with a shrug. “But I’m confident in my decisions now.”

Taylor’s phone is propped on something on the small kitchen island, as she dips her grapes in a jar of peanut butter. She looks at me and says, “I’m so proud of you, Mila.”

“Honestly, I’m proud of myself too,” I say, and I mean it.

I hear the elevator ding down the hall. “Hey, I gotta get going, I need to finish packing and I think I just heard Miles, he must have forgotten something.”

“Okay I love you, text me when you land.”