“Oh fuck! Emily” I moaned breathlessly against her mouth.

“Sophia!” She cried and shuddered against me with the force of her climax. I held her close and let go, letting waves of ecstasy wash over me and carry me away. We collapsed in a heap on her bed, trying to catch up with our racing heartbeats. She curled up against me, running her fingers over my collarbone lightly. I kissed the top of her head and played with the ends of her dark red hair.

“Don’t ever let me go, okay?” she murmured in my ear sleepily.

“I promise I won’t,” I agreed.

“Does that mean you’ll hold my hand when I pee?”

“…I can’t promise anything.”

Emily laughed and my heart soared. I held her in my arms and bit my lip, knowing that if I opened my mouth I’d admit that if she asked me to—I would hold her hand when she peed. Just so that I would never have to let her go.

“I love you, Em.”

“You better.”

“Ha, or else what?”

“Or else I will set my parents on you.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You should never have to ask.”

“I don’t.”

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