The words tumble past my lips, and I can't seem to stop moaning them over and over and over.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
My orgasm feels endless, but the final tremors eventually fade, and that's when sanity slaps me in the face.
Have you lost your mind, self?
I try to scramble off his lap, but Rashad pulls me back down, and my throat tightens in fear.
"What did you say?" he asks hoarsely.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie."
"Just forget what I said," I cry out.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I want to say it back."
I stare at him in shock. "D-Don't toy with me like this."
"I'm not."
My heart bangs against my chest, and I want to pinch myself just to make sure this isn't all a dream.
"Say it," Rashad urges. "Say it, Madeleine."
Fear makes me want to refuse him, but when I see the way he's looking at me, the words simply spill out—-
"I love you."
Rashad cups my face, and my heart feels like it's about to burst.
Is this truly happening, self?
"I love you, Madeleine."
A teary laugh escapes me, and then I feel like I'm about to pass out in sheer happiness when Rashad starts showering kisses all over my face.
He loves me! He loves me! He loves me!
I'm still on cloud nine when we finally walk out of the office, and it thrills me to no end that Rashad doesn't let go of my hand even when we're already back at our table. It's silly, I know, but I guess this means I have another thing to add under Top Adorable Things About Mr. Mine.
I'm still mentally pinching myself when dinner finally ends, and Rashad is asking my grandfather if he can take me out for a nightcap.
"I promise to have her back with you by midnight," Rashad says.
"Or you can just keep me all night," I counter mischievously.
"Maddy," my grandfather growls.