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I moved to her other leg, starting at her calf all over again. True scooted closer to me, seeking out my touch.

“Did either one of them get married? Start a family?” My curiosity got the best of me even though it looked like she was close to fighting sleep.

“She did. But she got divorced two years before the book starts. He never married.”

“Damn, so he been feening for her this whole time?”

True bit down on her bottom lip when my fingers grazed her inner thigh. “Yea. Something like that,” she breathed.

“How far have you gotten?” I didn’t know when it happened, but the anxiety I used to have about her finishing her book and disappearing had lessened. It wasn’t nonexistent, but it didn’t consume all my thoughts like it used to.

“I think I’m like halfway done. I typed chapter twenty yesterday. And my outline has forty.”

“I’m proud of you, True,” I whispered, moving her legs so that they were on either side of me. I rubbed over her hips, massaging and caressing. “I remember the days you looked like you were gonna cry because you couldn’t find the words. And now you halfway through a whole ass book.”

A tender smile teased her lips. “Thanks, Noah.”

“Mhm.” All she had on was panties and a T-shirt, so I pushed the shirt up over her stomach and grabbed the waist of her panties.

“Noah…”

“I’m not tryna fuck you, True, I just wanna taste you.” I got her panties past her hips and she lifted up, letting me pull them down her legs.

My eyes didn’t stray from her pussy, obsessed with how perfect every inch of her body was.

“You can just lay there; I’ll take care of you.”

True laughed, shaking her head against the bed. “So romant?—”

Her words were swallowed by a whimper when my lips landed on her sex.

I banded my arms around her waist and laid on my stomach in front of her, holding her in place so I could taste her.

The heady scent of her arousal had me nudging her with my nose, getting her wetness all over my face before I buried it between her legs again.

My tongue pushed past her folds.

Circling her clit.

Licking at her entrance.

Tasting her and branding her at the same time.

I wanted her pussy to memorize the way my tongue felt the same way I wanted to know her body inside and out.

She tasted so good and she sounded even better, moaning for me.

Her hand found the back of my head, but she was too weak to hold it in place while my tongue vibrated against her swollen clit.

“Noah,” she cried, her hand still on top of my head while she heaved.

“Do you know how good you are?” I kissed along her thighs, knowing she couldn’t answer. I wanted to give her everything for the way she cared for me, unapologetically. She made me want to be better. For me. For us. There would never be anything somebody could tell me about the woman beneath me. True St. John was as good as a person could get.

I was so in love with her, it scared me.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, True.”

Light whimpers filled the room. She said my name again. And again. Sounding more and more needy every time she did.