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Chapter 30

Henri
I
ease into the hot water little by little while trying to look as manly as possible.
Sanya’s idea of warm water is entirely different from mine.
To me, the temperature is set to hell. I finally sit, and my poor balls
scream. Her mother would be upset at the death of viable sperm. We’d survived
the Monday curse and were still going strong. Today is exactly a week since my
birthday and the beginning of our four-day weekend. I’ve had her at least once a
day. I look forward to taking off her clothes and joining our bodies daily.
Life has been easier since we’ve decided to stop trying to fight our sexual
attraction to each other. We’ve returned to our original light-hearted dynamic with
a few kisses and a lot of sex in between. I love kissing her, and I do it every chance I

get. I want her to crave my kisses the way I crave hers.
I think back to our first wild weekend and how I wanted to kiss her, but was
scared to add that extra layer of intimacy to the weekend. I didn’t want to be the
only one falling. I know. I know. You’re probably thinking sex should be more
intimate than kissing. I can’t explain it, but kissing wins in my book. Maybe it’s
because to do it properly, you have to commit to it. You have to breathe each
other’s air. Line up your bodies. Share heart space. Look each other in the eyes. If
you do it right, you can kiss for hours.
I look across to Sanya. Her skin is flushed from the heat. Her curls are piled on
the top of her head. She’s relaxed and beautiful. My love for her swells in my chest
and glows in my eyes. She can’t see it because her eyes are closed, and her head rests
against the bath pillow. Her delicious breasts float in the water mere inches away
from my fingertips. Sanya ninja-swats my hand when I reach for one.