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• Chapter forty-seven: Togevs forevs

𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙫𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙨

I could not have asked for a better experience.

"È stato fantastico," I say breathlessly once Alex is lying next to me. "That was amazing," I translate for him in case he wanted to know. When I get no response, I look over to see him staring up at the ceiling, motionless. I'm not sure he even heard me, so I place a hand on his chest. "Are you OK, il mio amore?"

"Oh my God, I just had sex with you," He responds, his eyes blown wide like this has just hit him. I feel like I should be the one to react like this. He looks at me, "I'm sorry if I was too rough or anything."

I shake my head, "No, I liked it. It was perfect."

Alex smiles at me, "I love you so much."

"I love you so much too," I whisper back, still giddy at the fact that I can say it back. I run my fingers through his unruly hair. "Thank you."

"What, for having sex with you?"

"No, for making me feel safe. I appreciate you asking me if I was OK," I say truthfully.

I didn't think much of it in the moment as all I was thinking was of the pleasure of it all, but now I think about it, him checking to see if everything was all good on my part means a lot. I know a lot of people only think of themselves and how they're doing when it comes to sex, so knowing that Alex is not one of those people comforts me. I should have asked him if he was all good too. I feel bad for not doing so.

"I wouldn't want to be doing something when you weren't comfortable with it. Are you all good still?"

I grin, "Yes. Are you all good?"

"I'm fantastic." His eyebrows furrow for a second before he's asking, "Does il mio amore mean my love?" His pronunciation isn't the best, which causes me to laugh as it's weird hearing it from a non-Italian speaker. When I'm done giggling to myself and nod, his beautiful smile appears, which causes me to smile wider than I already am. "I'm your love?"

"You are."

I lean over and kiss Alex, and then make the move to get up so I can go into the bathroom and clean myself up. My boyfriend pushes me back down and tells me that he'll take care of it, jumping up before I can stop him. He pulls his underwear back on, disappears into the bathroom, and returns a few moments later with wet wipes as it's the only thing in the apartment that we're able to use.

"Will it hurt every time?" I wonder as Alex takes the liberty of clean up my mess off my body for me. What a gentleman.

I never really researched all this sex stuff. The only time I showed any visual interest in what it would be like was when I watch gay porn and Alex saw it on my laptop. Other than that, I never looked anything up for the sole reason that I want Alex to educate me on it.