But now he was right here, in my hands.
Yet, somehow, I still couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to truly have him.
Who could claim something as theirs just because they love it?
Not to mention… there was still Jasper. All the messy, unresolved history between us. And the fact that he and Jonathan were cousins.
But I didn’t have time to think about any of that.
Because Jonathan’s lips found mine again, his fingers laced tightly with mine, pinning me down against the bed.
I didn’t dare imagine what I looked like right then. Probably flushed with desire, my face betraying every chaotic thought swirling in my heart.
The master bedroom was dim, lit only by a standing lamp in the corner. The curtains were half–drawn, allowing soft moonlight to spill in, casting delicate shadows.
I lay in that pale glow, almost blending into the light itself.
Outside the window, the tree’s blossoms had folded into buds for the night, and dots of crimson flickered amidst the black–and–white scenery.
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From inside the room, the view was just as breathtaking.
But if you looked closely, you could see faint marks along my waist–chaotic impressions left by his strong surgeon’s hands.
His grip really was astonishingly firm.
I thought back to how he’d held me, his hands fitting perfectly around my waist.
The memory sent another rush of heat to my face, my heart racing all over again.
This had been our first time.
Honestly, it ended a bit hastily.
He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the damp hair by my temple. “Do you want some water?”
I hummed softly, too drained to form words, my face buried in the pillow.
He brought me a glass of water, but I still didn’t want to move, lazily signaling for him to feed me instead. So, he cradled me in his arms, holding me close as he helped me drink the entire glass.
“More.”
Jonathan set the glass down, chuckling softly under his breath. “Sure. You can have all of me.”
By the time I realized what he meant, he was already back on top of me.
Where was that clean–cut, disciplined image now? Gone without a trace.
The second round lasted much longer.
And it was obvious–with someone as intelligent as Jonathan, it didn’t take long for him to master anything.
He quickly learned every rhythm, every weak spot, every sensitive place on my body.
Before long, I was completely at his mercy, tears welling at the corners of my eyes, slipping into my hair.
He coaxed me, teased me, making me call him “Johnny“-over and over.
By the end, it felt like time had melted away, leaving nothing but us.
When I woke up the next morning, sunlight was already pouring through the windows.
Jonathan wasn’t in the room.
My throat was dry, and as I tried to sit up to reach for some water, a sharp ache shot through me.
My whole body felt sore like I’d been run over.
It took a while before I could finally get out of bed.
On the nightstand, underneath the empty glass, there was a note. It was his handwriting.
“Sorry, Katie. There’s been a serious accident. The hospital is short–staffed, so I had to leave early.”
