Gemma's POV.
The Christmas presents are still piled on the table, so I put them away in the storage room. As I lower my head, I notice a photo album.
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I open it. Inside are Luke's graduation photos. The background shows Columbia University's buildings, and there are also pictures of him with friends.
One of the girls is very beautiful.
Just as I'm getting absorbed in the photos, Luke suddenly appears at the doorway.
His face is shadowed due to the backlight, so I can't make out his expression.
His voice is slightly low, "Is it taking you that long to organize things?"
I smile, "I accidentally discovered my boyfriend's youth."
I turn to look at him, "Why did you put something so meaningful in the storage room?"
"My youth isn't worth remembering." He pulls the album from my hands, placing it back on the shelf. Then he abruptly changes the subject, "Shall we go to the bedroom?"
I'm startled, not understanding what he means, "For what?"
"To do something fun." He suddenly scoops me up in his arms.
"We just did that last night—"
"How else can I prove to you that my youth is still alive?"
I chuckle, "You men have the most baffling competitive streak."
He tosses me onto the bed and pounces on me.
Luke seems particularly passionate today. Normally, he isn't a man who enjoys sweet-talking during sex, but as he enters me, he extends a hand and covers my eyes.
His body is burning hot, but his hand feels slightly cold.
I quickly adjust, and our embrace makes our temperatures merge.
"Do you like me?" Luke suddenly whispers in my ear.
"Of course, the whole world can see that," I reply breathlessly.
He keeps moving in and out of my body, our sweat mingling.
"Then can you make a vow?" At a certain moment, he stops abruptly.
"What?"
"I want you to say that you'll never leave me." Luke's voice is unusually calm.
I pull his hand away from my eyes.
His eyes reflect only me, beads of sweat dot his nose and forehead, and a few strands of his bangs are damp, sticking to his skin.
"Why—" Why should I say that?
But before I can even finish the first word, Luke suddenly lowers his head and kisses my lips.
"Say it with me: You swear you'll never leave me," Luke murmurs in my ear, entering me again.
All my doubts dissolve with this action. My passage instinctively tightens around him.
I follow Luke, gasping but repeating every word without hesitation, "I swear, I will never leave you."
Luke finally seems satisfied. He sucks on my earlobe and neck, leaving marks all over my body, so much so that the next day, I'm forced to wear a turtleneck sweater.
Today, I'm going to NYU Langone Hospital for a follow-up on my eyes.
Two months ago, the hospital called me for this, but I kept delaying it because of work. If I wait any longer, it'll be next year.
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Mr. Badass ✔
RomanceI saw a hot guy at a sex culture festival and thought he was a sex doll for women. Out of curiosity, I reached out for his crotch. It turns out this guy was alive and could talk. I'm doomed. --Gemma Dawson
