Page 50 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

They both breathe heavily. Aimee speaks first. “Do you want to go for another round?”

He snickers. “Can we take the masks off first? I want to see you.”

Hearing him say that makes her pussy clench.

“Mmm, damn, woman. Come on now,” he says, making her laugh. “I think you milked all you can out of me.”

“There’s always more. And yes. I want to see you, too.”

“Okay, count of three?”

“Alright.”

They count at the same time. “One, two, three.”

Aimee removes her mask and cannot believe her eyes.

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PATRICK

No words. Patrick has no words for the sight before him. It’s Aimee. His one and only. His heart and soul. The love of his life.

“Aimee,” he sighs her name like he’s been holding his breath waiting to say it.

She looks even more beautiful than when I last saw her.She looks ravishing.Her face, her body.She looks angelic and…very, very pissed.

“Patrick,” she says, her voice laced with disdain.

“Look, Aimee, I know things between us ended badly.”

“Ended badly? You broke my heart, Patrick.” She throws her mask at him.

“My heart got shattered too that night. Aimee, I didn’t want to end things, but you know my grandmother would not have paid for me to attend college, and your mother was against us getting married, too.”

“You could have fought for me.” Aimee has tears in her eyes.

Patrick reaches out to touch her. “Aimee?—”

“No! Don’t touch me.”

She hops out of the bed and picks up her robe, covering herself and heading for the door.

“A-Team, please.”

She turns around and looks at him, her brows furrowed and her lip trembling. He recognizes this look; she always made it when she was mad and trying not to cry.

“Please,” he begs.

He approaches her and gets down on his knees, looking up at her with tears in his eyes. “Please don’t leave. I’ll do anything just please don’t leave.”

Tears fall down Aimee’s cheeks. He slowly rises and unfastens her robe. His lips connect to her skin. He peppers kisses up her body until he’s facing her. He gently plants his lips on hers.

“You hurt me. You broke my heart.” Aimee breaks the kiss and sobs.

“I’ll do anything. I’m so sorry,” he whispers as he cries, too. “Please, just give me a chance. I’m not a scared eighteen-year-old boy anymore. I am a man who will do whatever it takes to get you back. Aimee, please. I have never stopped loving you,” Patrick pleads.

“Really?” She whispers.