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“What?”

“I got to unwrap you. That was a gift.”

A laugh burst from my throat. “True. Unwrapping you was the most fun I’ve had unwrapping any present, ever.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Sam gave me another sleepy smile, reaching out and running his hand over my chest, circling my nipple. “I could get used to this.”

“Mmm. Same.” Pressing against him, I let him feel the evidence of what he was doing to me. He groaned, rolling onto his back and taking me with him.

His hands ran down my back and over my ass, and then he aligned his mouth with my ear. His words were quiet, and there was an almost wistful tone in his voice. “Can you imagine waking up like this every morning?”

Yeah. I could.

* * *

December 27th

9:25 p.m.

We spent the entirety of the rest of our Christmas break together in my flat, getting properly reacquainted. Sam didn’t even bring up going back to his student house or Olivia and Luke’s place, and there was no way that I was going to suggest it. I was more or less certain that we both felt like we had so much time to make up for. In between discovering each other’s bodies, we spent hours talking, getting to know each other again, catching up on the years we’d missed. We’d both grown and matured, but he was still the same Sam I’d once known and different at the same time. Getting to know the man he was now was a privilege I’d never take for granted.

I was stretched out on my sofa, legs kicked up on my footstool, while Sam lay across the length of the sofa, his head resting on my thighs.Die Hardplayed on the TV, although neither of us was paying it much attention. As my hands idly slid through his hair, I was struck by how content I was feeling right at that moment. Maybe it was because of our shared history, but him being with me felt so comfortable, like we’d been together for years rather than just a few days.

“What’s up?” His head twisted, and he looked up at me.

“Huh?” My eyes flicked to his.

“You stopped.” He gestured to my hand, still caught in his hair.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” I resumed sliding my fingers through the dark strands, and he smiled.

“What were you thinking about? You had your thinking face on.”

“My thinking face?” I raised a brow, eyeing him. He looked so fucking gorgeous at that moment, with the soft golden glow of the Christmas tree lights highlighting the planes of his face, making his eyes shine as he gazed back at me. Running the fingertips of my free hand across his jaw, over the light dusting of stubble, and then onto his cheek, I returned his smile. “Yeah, I was thinking, I guess. I…I was thinking about how well you fit here. How it feels like we’ve been doing this for a long time already.”

His smile widened. “I feel the same, Ry. This, what we have now…this is…” His voice trailed off, and he bit his lip, staring up at me through his lashes.

“This is right. As it should be,” I finished for him.

“Yeah.Soright.” Lifting his body into a seated position, he straddled me, tipping his head forwards. “So. Fucking. Right,” he repeated in a low murmur against my ear between pressing soft kisses to my skin, then tugging my lobe between his teeth.

A groan fell from my lips. “Sam. You drive me fucking crazy. We should celebrate our new beginning.”

“We’ve been celebrating all of Christmas.” Even as he said the words, his teeth were scraping along my jaw, and he ground down into me.

“Hmmm. It feels like you might want to celebrate one more time—at least.” Sliding my hand between us, I palmed his hardening cock through his borrowed joggers.

He pushed into my hand with a gasp against my skin. “I wasn’t complaining.” He lifted his head, his gaze connecting with mine. A seriousness stole over his expression despite the lust in his eyes. “I’m so glad I have you back. And getting to do this with you—” He ground down on me again, and I thrust my hips up, my dick hard and ready for him. “—this is more than I could’ve ever hoped for.”

“Me too. So much more. Now that you’re back in my life, I’m not letting you go again.”

Our lips met in a hot, hungry kiss that made my head spin. It had never been like this with anyone before, not even close, and I knew with absolute certainty that we had the beginnings of something special. Samuel Payne was back in my life and finally mine, and he was here to stay.

When we finally pulled apart, Sam’s eyes met mine again, his pupils blown. “I want you so much.”

“Want me to fuck you?” I suddenly wanted that, more than anything. Needed to feel what it was like to be inside him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling forwards as he ground down again. “Yes.”