Page 104 of Missed Steps

“There’s sunscreen on the sheets now.”

Mark rolls his eyes. “The sheets are about to get a whole lot messier anyway. What are you in the mood for? Blow job? Hand job? Want me to pin your hands and jerk off on you?” His voice is low and teasing.

I blink, blood flooding south as the possibilities blossom in my mind. “All the above?” I chance.

“Pick one.”

“All.”

Mark bends to kiss my mouth. “All, huh? You think you can keep quiet forall?”

Probably not. I’m the worst friend ever, getting caught up in enjoying the benefits of a boyfriend who always goes out of his way to make sure I thoroughly enjoy being intimate with him. Mark honestly goes out of his way in almost every aspect of our lives to make sure I’m comfortable. I’m fed. I feel good.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the best boyfriend in the world,” I tell him once our lips part.

Mark blinks at me, surprise flitting across his face. Slowly, his expression shifts, becoming more muddled as his cheeks redden. He ducks his head, and I only catch a glimpse of his smile before his lips are at the soft underside of my throat. “All it is,” Mark promises. There’s a pause. Seconds where he only breathes out, warm breath tickling my neck. “I love you, Kyle.”

“I love you, too.” I don’t have to think about it. I love him; and I’m going to love him forever. “Can we get married?”

“Yes.” Mark doesn’t hesitate.

And I think he might love me forever, too.

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