Page 84 of Home Again

“Fuuuck.” David was staring at where my fingers were stretching me, the condom still in his hand.

“David?”

“Er...yeah... sorry, you’re just...”

I pulled him down to me for a kiss.

“Baby, if you want me to make the face, you’re going to have to put that gorgeous dick inside me.”

That kicked him into action, and in a few seconds, he was suited and penetrating me.

The world ceased to exist beyond us as far as I was concerned. Every time David pulled out of me and then pushed back in, it was like we were being fixed into place. All the parts that made up my heart and soul were latching on to David’s, and this time, it was for good.

“Oh, fuck, Joel, I’m not going to last.”

I was right there with him. With a few strokes, I found myself spilling onto my stomach.

David came straight after me. Each motion of his hips was causing additional aftershocks to rock my body.

We were both trying to get our breath back. If sex with David was always going to be like this, I was going to need to up my exercise levels.

“I love your ‘I’m being fucked so good’ face,” he said as he gently pulled out of me.

“I love you.”

We settled back in bed after cleaning ourselves up a bit. We lay face-to-face, just looking into each other’s eyes, smiling.

“Is this really happening?” David asked.

“Better be. Otherwise, I’ve got questions about the current state of my ass.” I chuckled, but he opened his eyes wide.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck no. You can do that to me anytime. And to answer your question, yes, this is really happening. I don’t know how we’re going to do it, though. That’s something for us to talk about tomorrow, but we’re going to be together, okay?”

He pulled me against him and nodded. It didn’t take long until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was dark outside. The bedside lamp was on, and David was sitting on the bed next to me, leafing through a recipe book.

I sat up and cuddled up to him.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Hey, whatcha doin’?”

“Just waiting for you to wake up. I forgot to give you something earlier.”

He took an envelope that was sitting on his bedside table and passed it to me. It had my name on in my mom’s handwriting.

I opened it, and when I took the letter out, something fell on my lap. I picked it up to see what it was. Two silver chains with a pendant each. The pendants looked like they were stuck together until I realized they were magnetic.

Two puzzle pieces, one with my name on and the other with David’s name. Both had a small circular shape on one side, which didn’t make sense. When I held them side by side, I realized they really fit like a puzzle and the shapes made up a heart between our names.

I opened the letter and immediately laughed at the first line, and then caught the date on it.

She wrote it last summer.

“Dear Joebug (blame Max, it’s catchy!),