“Yes, yes,” I cried into his mouth. His tongue touched mine, and I felt myself come apart. But he wasn’t done giving me more, faster, even harder. I jolted with each thrust, ran my fingers into his hair, and held on tight. My head flew back as it hit me. He buried his face into my neck and shoved his arm around my hips to lift them, so he could get deeper. I had it all, his weight on me, his hand held in mine. I sighed while his beautiful body surrendered as he filled me.

“I love you too,” I murmured when I was finally able to speak.

He shifted to his back and pulled me on top of him. I nestled closer. He hugged me tighter. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“I had no intention of leaving you,” he finally said. I nodded and moved to lie on my side next to him. He rolled over to face me. “I didn’t intend to do a lot of things, Lily. Leaving you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I let years slip through my fingers.”

“That’s over now,” I insisted.

He shook his head. “Is it?”

“Where are we?” I kissed his chest, right next to a jagged little scar.

“In my bed.” He grinned

“Yep, all naked in your bed. You’re not leaving this time. I won’t let it happen, plus, this time, you are getting help. You wouldn’t have left me today. You were just upset.”

“Yeah. I just wanted to think, to sort it all out in my head. I was about to call Jed. I didn’t want to dump on you.”

I gave him a look. “Love is all about dumping on each other,” I said as he laughed and grabbed my hip, pushing me back a little bit.

“I want to see you. Naked Lily, finally in my bed.”

I pushed myself back against him. “No, it’s too bright in here. And I don’t look the same.” He frowned at my words. “You’re beautiful. What are you talking about?” His hands on my skin were making me feel beautiful, but my insecurities about my body had taken over.

“I’ve had two kids, Luke. Things aren’t as tight and smooth as they used to be.”

He grabbed my behind and squeezed, making me giggle. Then his hands started wandering, up over my breasts, back down over my waist. I shut my eyes. “Hmm, tits are bigger.” I gasped, then laughed. “Hips are rounder; makes your waist feel smaller. And your ass…” He gave it another squeeze. “All I see is beauty; all I feel is you. None of it is bad. Is that it?”

“I have scars, from Calla,” I whispered.