Those three words echoed through my mind, over and over. Even when he eased inside me, filling me like nothing I could have ever imagined, they played on a loop inside my brain. He made love to me. That was what it was, no matter what either of us said. My words were silent, only spoken inside me, but his were whispered across my chest, pressed into my skin, breathed into my mouth, over and over again until I was lost to it.
