#Chapter43
And as though sensing the lack of control the poor little thing had, he pulled away just as the tightening sensation, the building pressure, began to reach its peak. He watched me with a tiny smile as that feeling lessened, falling back down with a newfound partner: urgency and disappointment.
/"I love you, Oz,/" he whispered, throwing me one last kiss before reaching for the carrier bag.
Rustling. There was a rustling, but I barely heard it. All I heard was his words on a rebound, replaying over and over like a sweetened melody.
He loved me.
He loved me!
