He gripped the back of my neck in one hand and my waist in the other, arching his hips to push a little deeper. "So sexy. I'm going to come for you again. That's what you do to me, Emmy. It's never enough."
I don't know how long we sprawled on the couch like that, connected and close, my head on his shoulder and his hands caressing the curve of my spine.
James pressed his lips to my temple and murmured, "Stay."
"Yes."
He hugged me. "You're so brave, Emmy. So strong and honest. You're a miracle. My miracle."
"A miracle of modern therapy, maybe," I scoffed, my fingers playing in his luxuriant hair. "And even with that, I was really fucked up for a while and there are still some triggers I don't think I'll ever get past."
