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“Do you...do you think your parents liked me?”

I laughed lightly at the question.

“Paige, they love you,” I assured her. “They've been waiting for years to see me this happy.”

She looked relieved and leaned back against my chest, letting out a contented sigh.

“I like them too. I think if I ever had a real family, I would want it to be like yours.”

It could be one day, I thought suddenly. Once we’d got through this year, and she’d chosen her own path, I could ask her to marry me. I’d never thought about marriage before. I’d always assumed it would happen in the far off future to some girl I couldn’t even picture, but as I stood there with Paige in my arms, softly swaying to the sounds of White Christmas drifting up from downstairs, I realised for the first time it wasn’t just something I was expected to do, it had become something I wanted.

I wanted another Christmas like this, and another, and another. One where Nate and Bast sat around the table with us. Maybe even ones where Paige held a baby in her arms, and our children were the ones tearing into the presents like Rosa and I had done.

In a few moments, the life we could have flashed in front of my eyes, and I wanted to share it with her so badly, but I was afraid it would be too much. I pulled away, and we got ready for bed, Paige pulling on another one of my T-shirts before climbing into my bed. I got in next to her, turning onto my back and she put her arms over my chest, snuggling in with her head on my shoulder. Her body was warm against mine as I pulled her closer, our legs tangling in comforting familiarity.

“Night, Tris,” she murmured.

“Good night, Paige,” I said, turning off the lamp next to me.

I lay awake a little while longer, enjoying the feel of her in my arms as she slept, and turning my thoughts over in my mind. I was moving too fast, thinking about marriage and babies, and I knew that. Paige wanted a career first, and besides I’d only just told her I loved her. She was the first girl I’d ever loved, and as I watched her sleep, I knew for certain that she would also be the last.

Chapter Twenty Three

PAIGE

Ijolted awake, a gasp caught in my throat, not remembering where I was for a moment. I was dreaming. I was being followed through the woods near the university, a dark shadow of a hooded man. Everywhere I ran stood men in masks who turned away from me as I begged for help. They circled around me, faces turned away and the shadowed man stepped into the circle. He moved closer, and I saw that there was nothing beneath his hood. I screamed as he reached for me, pulling me down onto the ground. His fingers slid between my legs and then fear became desire. He pushed apart my legs, laying between them and I felt his cock push against me. I jolted awake, my heart hammering, not remembering where I was for a moment. The pressure between my legs increased and I gasped as a thick cock pushed inside my pussy. He slid in easily, I was already wet and panting for him.

My eyes flew open to see Tristan watching me, his curly blond hair tousled from sleep, his lips parted as he thrust into me.

“Tristan?”

“Fuck, Paige,” he murmured, looking down at me. “I love waking you up like this.”

I looked around for Nate, catching the sound of the shower from behind the closed door, then moaned as Tristan rotated his hips, hitting that point inside that had me melting under him.

“I couldn't resist,” he breathed. “I came in to wake you for class, and you looked so beautiful lying there asleep. I love how you get wet for me, even though you’re sleeping. It makes me so fucking hard for you.”

I reached for him, pulling him down as I kissed him. His tongue invaded my mouth, hot and insistent, matching the demanding thrust of his hips. His hand slid over my breast, thumb flicking over the hardened bud of my nipple causing a shiver of pleasure to shoot through me. He pushed deeper, hitting that spot that made me gasp and my body tighten around him. The pleasure spiked through me, a shockwave of pure intensity. I grabbed onto his shoulders for support as he thrusted into me, driving pleasure to new heights. His breath hitched from the intensity of my grip.

“Tristan!” I moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively to pull him deeper.

Tristan looked up, and smiled, then gripped onto my hips, rolling us until I was sitting on top. I looked down at him in surprise, then gasped and hands came around to cup my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples hard.

“Nate!”

His lips trailed over my shoulder and I felt the mattress shift as he knelt between Tristan’s legs.

“You two looked so fucking hot, I couldn’t wait my turn.”

Fuck.

Tristan’s hands gripped my hips as he rocked me back and forth on his cock, and Nate slipped his hand down my body, finding my clit, drawing lazy circles around it. His other hand stroked down my back and over my ass, and I gasped as he slid a finger inside me alongside Tristan’s cock.

“Fuck, Nate,” moaned Tristan as Nate pushed another finger inside me.

“I just need a little lubrication,” murmured Nate. He fingered me a few seconds longer, then drew them out, stroking up to my ass, pressing them to the entrance.

“Fuck, man. I don’t know what you’re doing to her, but her pussy is gripping me so fucking tight,” groaned Tris, his fingers tightening on my hips.

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