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In the next moment, he brings me to the brink of sanity, tipping over and falling into a state of bliss. It lasts for several endless seconds, and I’m overwhelmed with the sensation, my heart racing inside my chest.

He gently pulls away before he collapses next to me, silent for several long seconds. Our skin is damp and hot a second before it starts to cool. We’re both breathless.

He lifts up on his elbows, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly open. “I…can’t believe how incredible that was,” his lips press a kiss to my jaw. “How do you feel?”

I laugh, tears stinging my eyes.

This is usually the part where they leave, saying, “Text me.”

I roll onto my side, clutching the blanket to my chest.

“I feel amazing…are you sure that was your first time?” I ask, choking down what I wish I could say. How does this man exist in the world?

He carefully traces the side of my face with a finger until his thumb is pressed into my bottom lip.

“I wish we could stay in this bed for the next five years,” he says in a serious voice, and I laugh.

He smiles at me, pulling me closer. My head is on his bare chest, and I’m listening to his steady heartbeat. Several quiet moments of bliss pass by us, and words are useless. The thought enters my mind that we should've used a condom, but it's too late now. How did I forget that?

The bathroom door creaks open.

“Psst, guys…I’m so sorry to interrupt. I can’t stay in here anymore,” Kenna whispers. “I tried to hang out with the guys, but…anyways, I’m just going to sneak up, okay?”

She starts to climb the ladder, and I reach out to grab her ankle.

“Stay down here, you weirdo,” I say, stretching down to the floor for Adam’s faded green T-shirt and pulling it over my head.

“Finally,” he says, gathering a ball of the fabric in his fist. “How do you make every piece of clothing look so…” He trails off, pressing his face into my side, groaning.

I can’t help myself from gently scraping nails across his scalp.

“Adam,” a cold voice says from the door.

We all three turn to see Dan standing in the room, arms crossed.

“Don’t just barge in here. She wasn’t dressed,” Adam growls at him, tucking the covers around my waist.

“I didn’t. The door was open,” he defends himself. His eyes are taking in the state of the bed we clearly did not just sleep in.

“Could you come in here for a sec?” Dan’s tone is icy as he stalks back into the boys’ side.

My stomach is tied in knots.

“I’ll go to the closet while you get dressed,” Kenna jumps up.

Adam kisses my forehead, and I notice he has a trail of hickeys on his neck and left shoulder beginning to form. His body is an absolute work of art. It should be frozen in carbonite and put on display in a gallery.

He stands to put on shorts, and my eyes are blessed with a flash of pale cheeks.

“I’ll be right back.” He leans down to kiss me good-bye.

I can’t think about what his brother has to say, but I know it’s not in my favor.

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Adam

I collapse into the desk chair on Silas’s side of the room. My body feels heavy and weightless at the same time. I want to eat a giant sandwich and take a nap with Harley. I make a mental note to do that later. I can still feel her all around me, and I ache to be closer to her. The thin wall between us is too much.

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