THAYER

 

There is it. 

The big three words. The letter L word. Finally, out of my chest.

I just confessed that I loved Kennedy. My woman, the only person who embedded my heart, my body, and soul.

 

Not exactly the reaction I was expecting. Most women would say the letter L-word back, but I knew Kennedy was not those most women. I wasn’t worried. Not at all because what we shared was more than just logic-defying chemistry. It was more than sex. What we shared was everything. 

 

She just came, screaming my name. Her cheeks were red, her body flushed with orgasm. Yet here she was, on top of me...