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Lorenzo's POV

TW: Mature content ahead

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Our lips moved at an assuring pace. Love was trying to taste all of me, and I allowed her to. The way her hands were positioned on my face made me shiver. She's so fucking soft and warm.

My hands squeezed her perfect ass while we continued kissing. She squirmed, but my hands stayed where they were.

Her hands left my face and found themselves moving up to my hair, tugging, making a groan leave my mouth. She took that as an invitation to gently bite my bottom lip, and I held back a smile.

She backed away and looked at me to whisper a breathless sentence against my lips, "I don't wanna stop this time,"

"Neither do I," our lips became one, as did our breaths. We were sharing oxygen as well as our hearts with each other.

People don't realize how intimate a kiss can be when done correctly. Making your partner feel completely vulnerable to your touch is one of the best feelings one can imagine.

In spite of everything that's happened between us, we still found a way to reveal our darkest secret to one another: there are still feelings, and we both crave this intimacy. Not from any one else, only each other.

The lines of business and pleasure were being blurred, and if I were stronger, I'd have the strength to let her go. For good. But I'm not a strong man, nor a good one. I've never claimed to be.

I kissed her again. Our mouth's brushed against one another's first, only to feel the softness of her lips. I then tasted her at a slow, sensual pace until I felt the muscles in her body relax and give us what we both want.

I kissed her until I felt stars behind my eyelids. I couldn't remember a time when I've felt this connected to someone else. Not just physically because God knows I've been physical with women, but mentally. Letting her into my head without her even knowing.

When I finally pulled away, there was static in the air, and we were like magnets. We were being pulled together, and neither of us bothered to quit.

"More," she pleaded, "please, more."

I obliged to her request, and this time, there wasn't anything slow about the kiss. It was hot and sloppy. I was hungry for her, and I didn't bother to hide it.

Her hands twisted in my curls as if she was trying to literally get a grip. I never wanted to stop; never wanted to let her go.

But I had to.

I felt a presence, a small one.

Once we broke our kiss, her lipstick was smeared and her hair slightly disheveled. "Why'd you stop?"

I didn't say anything but look over the couch, finding a half asleep Lina in a Disney nightgown. "Shit," Love cursed herself and climbed off of me. Her next moves were to Lina. "Hi, little mouse. What are you doing awake?"

Lina's response was a tired wipe of her eyes. I've noticed her eyelashes are a bit more curled when she's sleepy, and her eyes begin to sit low.

I watched as Love propped Lina up on the kitchen island and played with her, making little giggles fill the entire apartment.

My moment of happiness didn't last very long. My phone vibrated in my pockets, and I annoyingly pulled it out. The screen read: "Zio Leo." [uncle]

I picked it up, and went out into the hallway. "It's late." I scolded him for calling at such a hour.