“Remy…” I murmur against her lips, my thrusts never slowing. I feel her smile against me. Her hands run over my shoulders to cup my face, and she kisses me gently. “I know,” she whispers. Just like last time. Except now, we can say what we didn't know or couldn't verbalize last time. “I love you,” I say. I tell her with my words, my kisses, my body. I tell her everything I should've told her the night we spent here.
