“You’re so perfect,” I tell her. “So fucking perfect.” She watches me with that sweet, drowsy smile. It feels special, discovering sex with Pippa like this. Like we’re both discovering how it can be, because it sure as hell has never been like this for me. She is so fucking mine. I pull the covers up around her, smiling as she settles into the pillows, still wearing my jersey, hair fanned out, all messed up from my hands in it. I love her. The words are right under my vocal cords, but I hold them back, because this is all so new. They beat through my blood, they weave through my heart, and I’m
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