Lifting his head, staring up at me in the darkness, Jake grips my waist.
Without a word, he stands and picks me up, sitting me on the piano. The keys tinkle as I rest my feet on them.
Leaning into me, he buries his face in my neck. “I don’t want to talk.” He surprises me by taking a shaky breath. “I just need to be inside you, Tru. Deep inside you.”
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