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part is that I don’t, because he feels it too.
                  “Bree?” I feel his mouth move and his lip ring graze my bare skin.
                  “Yes?”
                  “There are no words that can describe how I feel, how I felt being inside of you. I want you to know that this wasn’t just sex for me. It was more. So much more. I love you, Bree”
                  Here is where my mouth fails me. I feel what he is saying but I can’t seem to get the words out. “Me too,” I say. Nice. That’s all I can say?
                  “You okay?” he asks. Like I could be anything but okay?
                  Here is my chance to redeem myself and tell Josh exactly how I feel. “Josh, no one has ever…ever made me feel like you just did. It was amazing. No…wait…fucking amazing.”
                  I feel him chuckle against my chest. He looks up, “I love when you say ‘fuck’. Your pretty little mouth doesn’t look like it could even utter that word. Yet, when you say it, it’s so flipping charming,” he props himself up with his arms on each side of my head. “So, fucking amazing, huh?”
                  “Yup,” I say because again my lips fail to articulate what I am feeling. Ugh. Really? I’m seriously disappointing myself. Here goes nothing.  “No, Josh. It was more than fucking amazing.” I am looking in to the green orbs that got me in to this trouble in the first place. “I’m in love with you. I love everything about you. Yes, you are beautiful. Tattoos and piercings and all…a total god. But, it’s here,” I touch the left side of his chest, “that I love the most. You are everything that I didn’t know I wanted.”
                  The boyish grin that I have grown to love makes its appearance. In this moment, Josh looks so young. Shy even. “You love me?”
                  I sigh, “Yes.”
                  His mouth dives in to mine and we lose ourselves to each other over and over again.
     
                  Morning comes way too soon. Events like last night make you wish you could relive it over and over again.
                  My legs are entwined with Josh’s and I wonder how the hell I’m going to squeeze out from underneath him. I carefully slide my leg from under his carefully rolling towards the side of the bed. The guy doesn’t even stir. I must have worn him out.
                  I pull a shirt from his drawer and slip it over my head. I slide my red panties back on and place his boxers over them. Making my way down the hall to the bathroom, I run in to Eric.
                  “Lose your clothes?” he smirks.
                  “Shut up.” I quip back and close myself in the bathroom.
                  Once I’m finished using Josh’s toothbrush and brushing my hair into a pony-tail, I head to the living room.
                  I find Eric in his usual position on the couch with the clicker in his hand. He points to a cup of coffee sitting on the table. “You made me coffee?”
                  “Two creams, two sugars. Right?” I’m clearly impressed that he knows how I drink my coffee.
                  “Right. Should I think it’s creepy that you know how I like my coffee?” I plop down next to him on the couch.
                  “Should I think it’s creepy that you have a place across the street but you spend more time here? So much time that I know how you drink your coffee?”
                  “Touché. Does it bother you that I’m here?” I don’t want to overstay my welcome. After all, it is Eric’s place too. I just feel safer when I’m here with both of them.
                  Eric smiles at me. It’s a genuine smile. “Nah. I kind of like it.  It reminds me of the days when Josh