Cionna’s POV
My body is attacked with sweet aches and pains from the night before. The memories of lips, hands and endless moans flood my mind. In my sleepy state, I flip over to face a dreaming Julien. I wince as my thighs graze my sensitive bits. The soreness is a welcome pain. Kissing his forehead, I leave for the bathroom to wake up and emotionally prepare.
After splashing some water on my face, I take a breath to soak in the last few weeks with Julien. He has been the best boyfriend I could ever have. I don’t want to let him go. Last night, he not only told me he loved me, but he showed me. He took his time with me and worshiped my body.
I roll my eyes as my brain circles back around to the sex. It wasn’t just the physical attraction that made him different for me. It was how easily he could make me laugh. How he held me tightly when I cried, and how he’s seen me at my breaking point and instead of leaving, he chose to stay closer to me.