Emilie smiled at him as he confessed he missed her too. It felt so good to hear those words from his lips. That smile never left her lips as she let herself fall back on his bed, pulling him with her. She continued to smile between kisses, soon short of breath from the way they kissed and the feeling of his skin on hers. This was different for them, the not just tearing each others clothing off and fucking like horny rabbits. But it felt amazing.
Their lips broke away from each other's and she looked up at him from under heavy lashes as his fingers danced along her skin, under her shirt. Another sort sigh slipped from her lips and she lay back on the bed beneath him, letting him do whatever he wanted. Her own hands slid to the hem of his shirt and tugged. She might be letting him do what he wanted, but she wasn't quite as patient. Em wanted to feel his skin beneath her hands. Off came the shirt over his head and she smiled at the sight before her. His smooth tan skin was perfection and she didn't hesitate to slid her hands over the smooth muscles of his shoulders and back.
Her hand slid up to his face so he was looking at her. "I love you, Brayden," she said softly. It just came out. She had never said those three words to anyone before and it just felt right to say them to him.