Page 85 of The Torment of Two

My phone buzzes on the end table, distracting me from my uneasy thoughts. Two reaches over and grabs it for me. I turn the flashlight off to make sure I haven’t missed any messages from Dad, but it’s just a junk email. Two is gentle and sweet as he cleans my slick arousal up between my thighs. Then he slides off the bed to tug off the used condom.

“Hey, Two?”

“Yeah, Golden?”

“I love you too.”

When we leave the confines of the secret room, we’re different people. Two stares at me like I’m the answer to life’s most intriguing mysteries. I can’t help gawking at the good-looking guy who loves me and just made love to me. If we were inseparable before, we’ll be even worse now.

We actually do manage to get some work done and when it gets late, we leave Hemingford Hall hand in hand. It’s no surprise to find another note and flower. At this point, I don’t even read them anymore. Two growls under his breath as I toss the flower and tuck the note away in my purse to show Dad and Sloane later.

“Fucking Phil Draper,” Two mutters. “I’m going to kill him.”

The mayor, and one of our newly cleared suspects, has been getting all our stalker hate. Since we don’t know who it is, this gives us someone to blame. It’s an inside joke between us. Poor Phil really is innocent.

Jude, the expert online digger he is, tore apart Phil from the inside out. The guy is a bit of a douchebag, but he’s otherwise harmless. I know Jude really wanted someone to pin this stalker stuff on, but Phil just wasn’t our guy.

“We should probably change the name to Hiroshi Tanaka,” I say, glancing up at Two. “Since Phil’s been cleared.”

Two’s features twist with pity. Not exactly a look I like seeing on him. I guess our joke’s not that funny. He already thinks I’m being paranoid.

“If it turns out to be Tanaka, you owe me big,” I say with a pout. “You’re not always right, Tristan Sheridan.”

He scoffs at the use of his full name. “Mostly, I am.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, what time is it?”

“Nine, I think.”

“Shoot,” I exclaim, pulling away from him to dig around in my purse. “They’re supposed to send out acceptance letters for the workshop.”

I flip over to my email and find the email from the dean straightaway. Approved. Within the email are all the details, including location, time, and appropriate attire to wear.

“I got in,” I shriek. “Check yours!”

Two pats his pockets until he finds his phone. He goes too slow for my liking, but eventually, his face lights up. “I’m in too!”

We both laugh with excitement and hug. Tanaka, my alleged stalker, may have thought he was getting to me tonight, but nothing could ruin this perfect evening.

Nothing.

Two

A month later…

“Where are your parents?”

Gemma bursts into laughter at my question. “Why? Looking to do something naughty?”

Fuck yeah.

Ever since we had sex for the first time a month ago, we’ve stolen moment after moment. The secret room at Hemingford Hall has been our main haven when we want to get lost in each other, but we’ve fucked twice in the back of my car.

Life is good.

Really good.

I can’t wait to get my own place so I can have her all the time.

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