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round,” his eyes were
pleading, a desperation showing in them that no words could
express.
    “ I love you,” I
said for the first time in my life, feeling relief as the words
slipped past my lips. It was as though I’d been holding them back
for years. I should have said the words that night on the boat. I’d
known Nate my entire life. He’d been the first guy I’d stolen from,
the first guy I’d kissed, the first guy I’d made love to. I’d run
from the truth for so long.
    He laughed openly, his
expression full of love.
    “ I haven’t even
brought out dinner yet or proved to you how well I know you,” he
pulled his chair closer to me. I stood up and moved to sit on his
lap.
    “ You had me at
alpaca.”
    “ I didn’t even
get to cover your favourite books, movies, music. All the things
that annoy you, like tourists who rent sailboats but don’t know how
to sail.”
    “ Aren’t you
going to say it back?” I faced him, my left arm wrapped around his
neck. He cradled my broken arm carefully between our
bodies.
    “ I’ve waited
thirteen years for you to say it, you can wait a little bit,” he
teased.
    “ Thirteen
years?” I gave him a sceptical look.
    “ Since the
moment I got dragged out to sea in that rip and you swam out after
me with a surfboard. You didn’t wait for the lifeguard or an adult,
you just went in after me,” he reminisced, his tone full of
affection. “A girl who swims against the current for you, you fall
in love with.”
    “ And that was
the moment?”
    “ That was the
moment.”
    I thought back over the
lifetime of moment’s we’d had together and wondered why he felt so
strongly about that one. It was a funny thing perspective. I
remembered being afraid that day that Nate would drown. He
remembered the best of it and I remembered the worst. He’d felt
love and I’d felt fear, it seemed we’d come full circle.
    “ I don’t know
which exact moment was the most defining for me. When I think back
you’re in almost every childhood memory beside me,” I said and I
realised that was what had made me love him. That he’d always been
there ready to help me or catch me or comfort me. You couldn’t ask
for a better man than that, a guy who would always be there for at
your best and at your worst.
    “ How about this
for a defining moment,” his hands pulled me in closer.
    “ I don’t know.
You going to put out this time?” I kissed his jaw.
    “ Depends. You
going to buy me dinner first?”
    “ Roast beef
okay?” I slipped my hand under his shirt, loving the sensation of
his hard six-pack beneath my fingers.
    “ You hungry?”
He asked, gently placing his hand on mine.
    “ It can wait.”
I wanted him now more than anything.
    He pulled me into his arms, and
carried me off to the bedroom. He lowered me onto the bed. His
mouth took mine in a wild kiss. His hand tangled in my long hair,
his firm grasp bringing me closer. I moaned softly. I gasped as he
swept me up into another kiss. My shirt was off seconds later. I
scrambled to pull his off, desperate to feel his skin pressed
against mine. He tugged off my pants, his hand slipping underneath
my panties to squeeze my ass. I unzipped him carefully, his jeans
falling away with a bit of his help. My panties were gone a second
later. His hand caressing me, I cried out in pleasure. He gently
teased me. I moved against his hand, hungry for more. I needed him
now.
    “ Can’t drag
this out, been waiting so long,” he groaned, slipping out of his
boxers.
    I whimpered as I felt him slip
a finger inside me. I ran my hands down his muscled back as I felt
him spread me open. I grabbed his stiff cock, running my fingertips
teasingly across his shaft. He grabbed my hand and pulled it
away.
    Without losing a beat, he
discreetly covered himself with a condom. Putting my arm over my
head before I could touch him again. He slipped a strong arm under
my waist, raising my hips off the bed he gently entered me. I felt
my inner walls stretch