Thirst (The Calvettis of New York 1)
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I stalk toward our bedroom.
“How will we do that?” She peppers kisses on my cheek.
“I’m about to show you,” I say as I toss her on the bed.
“Will you show me every day for the rest of my life?” she asks as she watches me slide out of my sweatpants.
Groaning, I crawl over her, stopping to kiss the inside of her thigh before I move up to brush my lips over hers. “Every single day. You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
“I’ll love you forever, Rocco,” she whispers the words against my mouth.
I know she will and I’ll love her for just as long.
This is our forever and we’re just getting started.