Jamie collapsed onto my chest, still breathing hard, his body slick with sweat and come. His face was buried against my neck, and I could feel the erratic beat of his heart hammering against mine.
My hands were still on his hips, thumbs stroking gently without even thinking.
It should’ve been a moment—soft, final, maybe even healing.
Instead, Jamie lifted his head, looked at me with a crooked grin and said, “That’s a weird way of asking me to be your boyfriend.”
I blinked.
Just stared at him, still inside him, still catching my breath, chest tight.
His smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it got cockier, like he thought we were already fine. Like the f*****g fixed everything.
“You think this is a joke?” I said, too quiet.
Jamie’s smile faltered.
“I didn’t mean—”
I shook my head, jaw t
