There’s still one room to visit,” he whispers, and I feel a tightness in my chest. “It’s the most important one,” he says, and I bite my lower lip.
He doesn’t give me a choice, pulling me along.
My heart races as I step inside. The room is eerily similar to Grace’s, but this time, there are pictures of me.
“Please don’t think I’m sick,” he laughs softly. I manage a shaky laugh, looking around.
I shake my head, scanning the photos-me at school, at parties, asleep, and in places I didn’t even know I’d been photographed. My cheeks flush when I notice a pair of my panties hanging in the room. I raise an eyebrow at him, half-laughing.
“The room isn’t that full,” he murmurs, “but that’s because we’ve only just started.”
I take in every image, every captured moment, every fragment of memory. My heart pounds as I turn to Alex and walk over to him.
“Do you miss her?” I ask, my voice barely audible. His expression shifts to confusion. “Do you miss Racheal?” My chest tightens as he frowns.
“I think I miss the memories,” he admits, “but that’s something we all go through. Her? No, I don’t miss her.” He steps closer, taking my face in his hands. “Nina, I love you. I need you to remember that. That’s why I brought you here. No one else has ever seen this room. Only you.”
I gaze into his eyes, searching for the truth.
“Say it again,” I whisper.
“What?” he asks, frowning.
“Tell me you love me-but look me in the eyes.”
He leans in, his eyes locking with mine. “I love you,” he says, his voice steady.
His lips brush against mine in a soft, romantic kiss. But within moments, passion takes over, and we find ourselves on the floor, our breathing ragged.
“Are you still taking the pills?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I nod, and Alex smiles before leaning in to kiss me again. His touch is electric, his hands removing my clothes with ease. Before long, I’m in nothing but my underwear, and he’s undressing too. I bite my lip, watching him.
He climbs back over me, his hands roaming my body, and his lips leave a trail of kisses from my collarbone to my lips.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice mixed with so much emotion. “Every little part of you.”
When he positions himself between my legs, he looks into my eyes again. “Whenever you’re ready, love.”
I wrap my hand around his cock and position it at my pussy entrance, and he slides inside me, making me moan softly. His thrusts are slow but deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through me. I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Alex,” I gasp, and he responds with a deep growl, his movements intensifying.
Pleasure builds within me, and my body trembles as I reach my peak. Moments later, I feel the heat of his release. He collapses lightly onto me, his face nestled in the crook of my neck.
“I love you, all the time,” he whispers.
Afterward, he helps me into my clothes before pulling me into his arms. The world feels perfect.
“It’s your turn to be honest,” he says suddenly, his tone serious.
“About what?” I ask cautiously.
“What happened that night?” he presses. “Seeing you drugged broke my heart. It reminded me of my past, and I hated that. I love the present. I love *you*.”
“If you mean Elijah, I have no idea,” I reply, laughing nervously. “I don’t remember seeing him that night. I remember Louis.”
“Louis?” His brows knit together in confusion.
“He’s my mom’s friend too,” I explain. “I ran into him a few days after your birthday while I was out with Emily. We had ice cream together. He’s been a good friend since then. On the night of the party, he was the first one to look for me.”
Alex frowns but doesn’t interrupt.
“I think Elijah was just trying to be nice,” I continue. “Niall has been nice to me too.”
“Have you been seeing my friends behind my back?” he asks, his jaw tightening.
“No, it’s not like that,” I assure him. “It’s like they’re trying to figure out if I’m good for you.”
He exhales slowly. “Is that all?”
I nod, smiling.
“Good. Then I think it’s time we make love again,” he says mischievously.
I laugh. “You’re an idiot.”
“And I love you for it,” Alex replies, a playful smirk on his lips.
He pulls me closer, positioning me on top of him. His hands rest firmly on my hips, grounding me in the moment. His gaze is intense, filled with love and desire.
“Don’t ever doubt my love for you again,” he murmurs against my lips. His voice is low, raw, and sends shivers through me.
“I don’t,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I love you too, Alex. Don’t ever forget that.”
With one smooth motion, he positions his cock at my entrance, his eyes locked with mine as I slid down onto his cock, and I gasped loudly from the pleasure. Soon I , every movement between us sparking something deeper, more profound.
“Do you love me? Every part of me?” he asks, his voice strained with emotion and desire.
“Yes,” I breathe, my hands gripping his shoulders as I move with him. “Every part of you.”
“Say it, he demands gently, his lips brushing against my neck.
“Every part of you, I repeat, my voice trembling with pleasure.
His movements grow rougher, more intense, driving me closer to the edge. I feel his hands cupping my breasts, his lips trailing fiery kisses along my skin. My body arches into him, and I lose myself completely in the rhythm we’ve created together.
“Everywhere?” he asks, his voice a husky whisper.
“Everywhere,” I moan, the word barely audible as I tremble in his arms.
Alex’s hips move harder against mine, and I dig my nails into his skin, feeling the raw intensity of the moment. My body tightens, pleasure overtaking me as I reach my second peak. He follows soon after, his release warm against my skin. He holds me tightly, both of us breathing heavily, lost in the afterglow.
As my weight falls against him, Alex runs his hands along my back, enveloping me in a protective embrace. His scent, his warmth, his everything-it’s all I need. I kiss his chest softly, my heart overflowing with
love.
“All the time?” he asks, breaking the silence.
I look up at him, taking in every detail. His emerald eyes glimmer with affection, his disheveled hair falling perfectly over his forehead. His lips are red from our kisses, and a few drops of sweat trail down his
face.
It’s in this moment that I realize he is my everything-my love, my happiness, my home.
“All the damn time,” I reply, my voice steady and sure.
Alex smiles, pulling me into a tender kiss, and I know I’ll never need anyone else but him.