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I smile to myself. “Good. Because I wasn’t done withyou.”

She smiles up at me and I kiss her. I know I can’t let her go tonight. I’m not finished with that fucking tight, beautiful body ofhers.

There’s so much more where that came from. This is just the beginning, just a taste of what I have in store. I’m going to make that pussy come, over and over again, until she’s begging, mouth hanging open, losing her mind for mycock.

19

Cora

In the morning, I’m sore, but it’s a good kind of sore. I get out of the shower, grinning to myself, unable to stopsmiling.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this refreshed in a really long time. I didn’t sleep all that much last night, since Wyatt kept me up. We slept together again, in that intense, passionate way he has, but we also spent a lot of time justtalking.

We kept talking about the past, about the way things were when we were kids, but also about how things are now. We’ve become different people, but not that different. I still remember the guy he used to be, and I think that guy is still inside ofhim.

Wrapped up in all of this is the memory of Atticus, but I keep pushing that out of my mind. I don’t want to think about Atticus, as painful as that may be. I know he should be on my mind at all times right now, since he’s the one we’re supposed to be doing all this for, but I can’t let him ruinthis.

I’ve let him ruin enough. He ruined my relationship with my mother, and he ruined my relationship with him. He was such a bad, destructive force for so long, and I have to get out from under that force. He’s gone now, and although I’m not going to just let all this go, I have to let him passon.

I come out of the bathroom and smile at Wyatt. He grins at me, leaning back on his elbow inbed.

“Hungry?” he asksme.

I shrug a little. “I guessso.”

“Let’s grab somebreakfast.”

He gets up and walks over, kissing me deep and slow. I kiss him back, a smile on my face. He goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and I get dressed, unable to contain myexcitement.

We go to the Great American and grab a booth. He sips his coffee and watches me while I fidget with the Splenda packets, my mind slowly driftingelsewhere.

“What’s up?” he asks mefinally.

“Nothing,” I say to him. “I’m just thinking about mymom.”

“Yeah.” He sighs. “It’s aproblem.”

“What can we do aboutit?”

“Honestly?” He meets my gaze. “You need to convince her to come stay at my motel. We can get her a room nearby, and that way I can keep an eye onher.”

I nod a little. “That would begood.”

“Think she’d doit?”

“No,” I admit. “Idon’t.”

He sighs. “This is pretty common. People don’t want to do what’s best for them if it’s slightly inconvenient. I bet your mom knows she should listen, but she just…won’t.”

“I need to try anyway,right?”

“Probably,” he admits. “But you can’t get frustrated if it doesn’twork.”

We lapse into silence as our food comes. I know he’s right. I can’t let my mom get hurt just because of what I’mdoing.

When we finish up, he drops me off at my car. “I’ll be back later,” I say tohim.

“Good luck.” He sighs and kisses me. “Don’t take it personally,okay?”

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