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“God, I’m so close,” Andrew cried out, thrusting back onto Marco’s cock more insistently, needing more, and Marco couldn’t help it—he just gave it to him. Long fast thrusts, their bodies rubbing together, Andrew’s cock catching on his stomach. A second later he was crying out, coming hard between them, his ass squeezing the orgasm out of Marco only a second later.

Marco collapsed on the bed next to him, but didn’t waste a moment to pull Andrew close to him. Andrew got it and curled up, nearly lying on top of his chest.

“I needed that about six days ago,” Marco confessed.

Andrew chuckled. “I only needed that about nineteenyearsago.”

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Their cuddling led to more kissing, which led to another round. Andrew’s mouth was tight and hot around him, working his cock like he was born to do it.

When they collapsed after that—really, it wasMarcowho collapsed, spent and exhausted and so fucking happy he didn’t think he’d ever felt its equal—Andrew traced patterns on his chest.

“You ever think we’d be here?” he wondered.

Marco wasn’t sure if that was a rhetorical question. He’d surewantedthem to be here, from the moment he’d spotted Andrew again.

The moment he’d realized that high school Andrew had very much grown up.

“No—but I really wanted us to.”

“Yeah, for a whole seven days,” Andrew teased, but Marco could hear the doubt underneath the amusement in his voice.

“Hey, it was a hard seven days,” Marco retorted lightly. But he wanted to ask.

How could he say he was falling for him if hedidn’task?

“You do this a lot, I know,” Andrew said, and it seemed that he was going to say it, without Marco opening his mouth.

“Not that often anymore,” Marco said wryly.

“I mean . . .” Andrew waved his hands. “You know what I mean.”

Marco was afraid he did. “Really, notthatoften,” he said. “You’re not one of many, you know, not even close, you’re . . .” Marco swallowed hard. He didn’t want to say it, it was too soon, evenhe,a Moretti, who as a clan loved love, knew it was too fucking soon. “You’re special. As a person. Tome.”

“Well, that’s good,” Andrew said. “Because I love you.”

Marco froze. Andrew lifted his head, and the truth of his confession was written across his face.

He meant it.

AndGod, Marco wanted him to mean it.

“I know I’m not supposed to say that. I wasn’t going to. But . . .” Andrew sighed. “I couldn’t not. I feel like I’ve been half in love with you most of my life, and then the last seven days have been . . .well, you were there. You know what they were like.”

“They were great,” Marco said. “At least when I wasn’t trying to keep my hands off you.”

Andrew laughed. “Oh! We didn’t have our dessert.”

He scrambled off before Marco could wrap an arm around him and forcibly drag him back against his body.

Of course, this guy would say that and clearly mean it and then leave.

Marco huffed out as he lay back in the nest of messy sheets and blankets.

A minute later, Andrew appeared again, carrying the white takeout box in one hand and a fork in the other. “I found your silverware,” he said, settling back down on the bed, cross-legged this time, apparently uncaring that he was still naked.

Well, if Marco looked that gorgeous, he probably wouldn’t care either.