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said her name tonight.
    Amber pushes him up and he goes loose limbed and flops onto his back, an arm thrown over his eyes. “Sorry,” he mumbles thick and hoarse, “I mean I don’t know your name so I can’t really—” he breaks off with a laugh that’s more hysterical than amused. “If you tell me your name, I’ll call you that instead. You just remind me of someone and I—”
    Amber leans over him, lets her hair fall across his face as she moves his arm so she can see those beautiful eyes again. “Someone you know?”
    His eyes soften as he looks up at her. “Someone I’ve been in love with for a very long time,” he admits quietly, “I’m just too much of a coward to tell her. God, I suck at this. I’m sorry, it was supposed to be your night, you just let me have your—you know, and I’m talking about loving someone else. Can you tell I don’t do this—pretty much ever?”
    Amber laughs, just a soft small chuckle, and puts her fingers over his mouth. It’s good to know he still rambles and says ‘you know’ every other breath when he’s nervous. Talking by letter left a lot to be desired. “Michael, you can call me Amber. It is my name after all.”
    She just looks at him until he gets it, a wide grin pulling sappy-stupid at her mouth.
    Under her hand his chest has stopped moving, by the way his eyes widen it’s because he’s holding his breath not because she’s killed him with the surprise. “Amber Moore?”
    “It’s me,” she confirms simply, “I told you I was coming to Australia, you’re the one that pulled out last minute.”
    The words hardly leave her mouth before he’s crushing her to his chest and enveloping her in another spine-melting, knee-weakening, soul-shaking kiss. He doesn’t let her up for a long time and she doesn’t mind.
    Their next time is just as slow and soft and sweet as every imagining, better. His hands caress every inch of her body, his mouth takes and tastes her entirety. And when he slides back in, sticky wet from their first time, slick on her own juices, she receives him eagerly, her hips helping to guide him in.
    That’s the third time she falls in love with him. Hard and fast. Wildly, unbridled love too eager to bury herself within him, and have him melt into her just the same.
    He comes in her a second, third, fourth time over the course of an unending weekend, fills her with his seed. And she lets him and they’re both stupid and she doesn’t care because he’s hers.
    By the final time they’re both crying out into each other’s mouths, sticky and wet, her hands scrabbling at his broad slick shoulders, his tangled in her hair.
    * * * *
    “I imagined it,” Michael whispers into her hair, lips brushing over her temple on each word. “How you’d feel underneath me. Granted, I might not have been envisioning these quite so big.”
    Teasingly a hand drops down to one of her breasts, swollen and warm from his lips not fifteen minutes before sucking on them eagerly. He squeezes gently and it stings, she slaps his hand away.
    Amber is too happy with him in her arms to sulk for long. “Is it okay?” She could smack herself when the words wobble free.
    Michael leans up long enough to swallow her insecurities in a heady kiss, squeezing her even closer along his side. “Amber, you don’t understand how happy I am right now, or else you wouldn’t have to ask that. You’re gorgeous. Everything: your ass, your waist, your breasts, your mouth, you’re so fucking beautiful it’s ridiculous.”
    It’s her turn to initiate the kiss.
    When they finally release each other they’re panting slightly.
    They lay there for a long time wrapped in each other’s arms.
    “Why’d you say you couldn’t make it?” Amber asks low, eyelids heavy and the smell of their love heavy in her lungs.
    He’s silent for so long she’s afraid he’s fallen asleep.
    “I was scared to see you,” he finally admits.
    “Scared of what?”
    “That you’d be able to